In the sweetness of brushes with air drifts that paint,
a lightness is catching the soft songs of saints.
Hush, oh so new, this is a virgin heart’s due,
Born in the dawn, in the silent moon’s hue.
Fragile the silence that draws back the veils.
It breathes in and out with mysterious wails.
Tipping all stance and former commands,
I bend at the door of His Glory and stand.
Soft comes the Light in its touch to embrace,
I am covered in wonder, in rapture and grace.
Like a seedling that breaks with all might through the ground,
I burst with a joy that at last, I am found.
© 2018; 2016 Linda Willows
“Your love, O Lord, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies. Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, your justice like the great deep.” Psalm 36:5-6
“His banner over me is love.” Song of Songs 2:4
“Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death…Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away.” Song of Songs 8:6-7
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, in 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
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.