“Silent Roar”….a poem by Linda Willows

Sometimes the silence is louder than words,
breaking the bonds that were holding long hopes.
Dreams swell from heart circles that want from inside;
Deaths that longed for reunion; for the soaked tears night tide.

How can the words be poured, more into your heart
my sorrow, regret; a lowly humbled restart.
Aching to take back each cause of your pain,
to lie down before you with God’s mercy refrain.

Time hollows the dream that someday you might call,
and doors make no sense with without a key from the fall.
How could I have known not to touch that one vein,
It was the sole thorn that we shared in life’s pain.

Pray, God grant love stronger in absence of accord,
still losing the price of time, hope and heart’s cord.
Born a mother and son is a lifelong vein’s core…
The heartbeat does utter throughout in strong roar.

© 2016 Linda Willows

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The Joys’ Adore….a Poem by Linda Willows

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The Joys’ Adore

Wonder fills with awe and praise;
Daybreak stills my heart to gaze,
Upon the silent thunder of…
Your Presence, Peace and sweetened Love.

Though burden and pains may break with the dew
All burdens do lift in sight Lord, of You…
Tumbled forth, oh given, saved, rumbled into,
the  Joy and Adore of Your first holy Pew.

With hand upon heart and bled dying parts
I pray with glee of their glory depart.
Oh all in this view must give to You
even hopes and dreams must stand in a queue!

Glory path you shine before
this given Heart, this joy’s adore.
Be ever more in me: Lord, I Wake…
Though thunderous cries may fall at daybreak.

© Linda Willows 2015

Photograph by Barry Wayne Ackerman

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How I love you, child of mine ~by Linda Willows

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How I love you, child of mine
more than a life, more than time.
Speak no more of past or crime
all was bleak, such seasons thine.
Each call hindered Heart and Vine.
There was no Hand to place in mine.

How could you know the ache that pours
when breath does want to spread its oars
held instead a captive of,
this long ago, this haunted love.

How I love you, now I pray
that God will find us all someday.
Where once was loss, may Grace find gain,
our breaths and hearts, one in Your Name.

Child of mine, you live in me
forever loved, for all to see
When I breathe let come to be…
our hearts joined in The Mystery.

©2013 Linda Willows

Photograph by Kemal Kemil