To where I lay my heart ~a poem by Linda Willows

To where I lay my heart upon,
a knowing calm breaks with the dawn.
The tide of all that came before
does wash like grace upon outpour.

I ease my limbs and fall towards
a cradle rocked towards my Lord.
Let lost all held to let, to above.
Allow this now, come sweet, come Love.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Li Ran


In Solitaire ~a poem by Linda Willows

In solitaire I walk this morn,
with non but light’s soft hue adorn.
Within this path that finds my soul,
I pray Gods’ keeping, life found whole.
For in taking of all things;
such swift removal times can bring…

I root myself upon one Bright
and hold Thy stance with all my might…
In solitaire the Soul is known
begotten, loved and never Lone.

© republish 2014, 2012 Linda Willows

photograh by Kupanova

Petals beneath my footsteps ~a poem by Linda Willows



Petals deep silken fall beneath my footsteps,
I linger to feel each round cloud that soft lets.
Wanderings embrace of Love’s kindness retraced.
Oh, a bounty brings near such never-ending Grace.

Silver strands weave into budding new Heart,
announcing the tellings of shining path’s start.
Pull all of the sweetness, the flower, the rose,
make a parcel of this and see peace in repose.

Would that the droplet of this magical, such feat
could sprinkle like dew over all that may weep.
The silk of the petal upon the Path’s lasting way
could embrace and soften each journey’s bouquet.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Emil Motei

All the tides’ Mist ~a poem by Linda Willows

Peace not leaving,
life receding.
Tides revealing,
hearts repealing.
Sands leave naked footprints sealing
vows to mark all time once printed
into fate as if thus minted.

Peace not rupted,
life corrupted.
Come to pay some dismal due.
Could the dawn have known eve’s hue,
it would have held its’ breath for you.

Peace not leaving,
life receding.
All the tides
prepare to go.
Where they wander no one tells
but yonder dreams far place to fell…
must capture the lost in such deep spell.

Peace not leaving,
life receding.
Come back, come forward, come to me
Counting nothing, let all be.
Life finds the rhythm of the sea.
Float me with you; carry me too.
I’ll be light as the Mist
as it flies away with you.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Piet Flour