Such sacred flame burrows in to out,
winding the bend of a Godly route.
Forming new life in creation’s hold,
for in Gods own hand, my soul quickens bold.
Reaching in, all vows sacred given,
Breath called to my heart, then by Glory risen.
Holy might does bind this seed,
Treasured to Love, bear fruit, live freed.
Captured by wind, a dance with this Light,
All motions my heart to quake this night.
The flame of Thy Love met shining embrace;
I lean, my heart gleaned by God’s Mercy, His Grace.
© 2016 Linda Willows, original 2013
Photograph by Tatiania Struck
On bended knee I find my own,
the way of simple ‘letting’ known.
Freed are all the burdens kept
out they flew, oh out they leap..
I bowed my head to let all dim,
The Love, came then, it soared; poured in.
My all curled toward the mercy Bright.
Heart folded round firm in this might.
Wrap me round and hold me tight,
I never want to leave this site.
Oh let the fetters of the day,
find their way without my say.
I need to Love on bended knee;
T’is how I die, I live, I see.
The glory All is farther than,
the Whole and heart of even me.
Life, its source, the beauty of…
comes free, but ‘Let’ from far above,
and when we bend our lives to Love
to live and die, to reach to see….
we arch in deep humility.
Touching portal veils that hold,
embrace of sacred love extolled.
©2017 Linda Willows; republish, ©original,Linda Willows 2012
Photograph by Kemil Kamal, his collection unique, expressive; gratitude for use of this wondrous art.
Heart curves to the Face of such beauty as seen,
‘Tis Nature’s sweet bidding’s and tender Light’s green,
That eases all burdens and grasping’s that lean;
This ancient cathedral of Gods’ sweet serene.
Come close and allow me to breathe all of You,
Love blesses each morning that sprinkles the dew,
I pray that Your wonders could wrap me full through,
Your Hidden…such Beauty; we are safe in It’s pew.
Let me hear the sweet whispers of how the wind sings,
I long to remember the chords that would ring
As the Heavens would fly through the trees tops, soft swing.
Let me bend, bind and mend, in the grace of Our King.
©2012 Linda Willows, republish 2016; 2017
Photograph by Sergian
My love does joy in surrender’s embrace.
This Holy instant bring prayers’grace…
My Father, Lord, I seek your face.
My heart, it empties to confess,
And hollows bare within your caress.
Thy gentle court, how willingly,
the all of me falls into thee.
My soul is fed, I am adoptee
at the seal of atonement’s sacred decree.
I groaned with the rumble of rock and wave
Heart lifted its sin, into grace to save.
Jesu, my dear Lord your arms my enclave.
Bowing to Love is such joyous bend’s nest.
Oh I feel as I pray, I am to be Blessed.
Ecstatic love humbles, Gods’ door has been pressed.
© Linda Willows 2014, 2017