“A Holy Pour”, a poem by Linda Willows

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When heaven comes to find our hearts,
the Mercy leaps, it parts from faith’s start.
Even in the mortal years
it grips all pain apart from fear.

Nevermore a day to weep,
but Joy to find in each life’s keep.
Hailed in the dawn that finds life’s true reap-
Wonder awakens and stirs us from sleep.

How Love does stun the door apart
as Grace floods into our written chart.
More, comes more, in a Holy Pour
The awe does stir our souls to adore.

© 2016 Linda Willows

“Holy, Holy, Love comes near”…..a worship poem by Linda Willows

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Holy, Holy, love comes near…

I am covered low, in love divine

as one braced in softly sacred vine.

A wreath by day, thou lights heart shrine.

And come the night, Star shine, soul’s brine.

The eyes of Heaven open revered.

Holy, holy, Our Lord comes near.

A hush of prayer bows low sweet with tears.

Father, Abba, Our Lord, He is here.

 

© 2015 Linda Willows, 2014

 

Photograph by Enzo Pierazziello

“Love Finds Me”…a worship poem by Linda Willows

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Love finds me falling into it’s Grace deep,
a winsome warm wave of sweet callings keep.
Oh follow this near, I could not part very far,
from this Heart of Love’s reap,
not by distance nor star.

Find me in the shining of near Light above.
It hovers, yet reaches to embrace me in love.
Like the twilight that arises as sister to the moon,
Love comes near to touch and I fall into swoon.

Love finds me falling through celestial scroll
tendered with whispers and songs of extol.
Turning my Face to the beauty of Thee.
I am washed in the dawn with heart Holy in me.

©2012 Linda Willows, republished 2014, Linda Willows

Photograph Copyright by Nikiforov Egor