Love in the Balance of Heaven and Earth
In the mountain tops, I answered
Near the white cloud mist’s hold.
Where shoulders of green bear gentle earth mothers.
They call up horizons, they reach to sky’s fold.
Bearing weight all, caring with nests filled with gold.
Sweetened with sunlight shed full upon
Mountain fellows, their faces, turned by lives worn.
Here on their shoulders,
high in the sky, dipped in the blue is the Majesty’s’ cry.
Love in the balance of heaven and earth
dreams reach to thee as the clouds fall with mirth.
All into shoulders of gentle green peaks
Like mounds of earth mothers that reach, fall, quake, birth.
© 2019 Linda Willows
For in him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things have been created through him and for him.
For the Lord is the great God, the great King above all gods. In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him. The sea is his, for he made it, and his hands formed the dry land.
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.