“Motioned”…a poem by Linda Willows

amotionwajWmwagZ8TA4

Motioned inside the ache of what breaks…
my limbs, they are stretched; called out to seek space.
finding the pathways so hidden with twists
all those that tangle and cause broken resists.

How deeply this pull does want in my arms,
they reach with far longing like the sky’s destitute,
tipping and touching with hands that sweep out
like wings former broken, now finding life’s route.

Pulse stirs within each breath that absolves,
unraveling, unwinding, uncurling pain’s cry
escorted within the quaking of mirth
comes glorious joy freed upon life’s rebirth.

© 2017 Linda Willows

Advertisements

“Heart, patched by Grace”….a worship poem by L.Willows

article-2402984-1B7B1E0B000005DC-227_964x621

“Heart, Patched by Grace”

This heart, patched by Grace from such mercies above…
Has been covered by acts of full kindness that poured-
And landed to all of my parts that then soared.
I bow upon friendships and Your Godly known Love.

Yes, Lord I can fathom how in all life, You
Do live throughout all the miraculously formed;
From even the smallest and most humble cause…
Life rumbles to quake Your Love’s birth and imbue.

© 2017 Linda Willows

“In the Care of Your Glorified mists”…a worship poem by Linda Willows

nature“In the Care of Your Glorified mists”

River flow into and through my heart’s spilling
Rested weaves trickle through tides of the wave.
Calm in the knowing even sweet in the breaking
Of leaves from the past that are swept into waking.

How slow is the morning when comes after weary
Succumbed to the pace of a time slowed to soft.
Heart lives come tumbling like stone dust to be shown.
Joy frees in the sparkle of reflections then known.

Wrap me round full in the river that lifts…
Calmed by the sounds of His Spirit-soaked time.
Lord, leave me in the care of such glorified mists,
I’ll always be well, ever loved by Your gifts.

© 2017 Linda Willows

“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