“All the Prayers I have Sung”, a poem from L.Willows

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Will you feel all the prayers that I have sung?
Here in the closeness, as stars brine in God’s One.
How I have held you, with your heart in such love,
given you over, to Love; Him, Above.

Do you know that I love you forever and more?
When the moon comes upon me I’ll soften the clouds.
Finding all goodness to hold you, to restore,
to keep you, dear heart; wrapping you to the core.

Do you know that I love you forever and more?
After days part, in soft dreams cover,
I sing the pictures that fly like sweet darts,
there they go lightly like birds to God’s heart.

Will you feel all the prayers that I’ve sung?
Here in such closeness, as the stars brine in God’s One.
Each minute, each hour that bids holy view-
calls Heaven, Love’s mercies. See, they open for you.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Psalm 66:19 “But truly God has listened; he has attended to the voice of my prayer.”

Psalm 139:2-4, “You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, LORD, know it completely.”

1 John 5:14 “And this is the confidence that we have toward him, that if we ask anything according to his will he hears us.”

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“Danced in graced prayer” a poem from LWillows

 

When I danced,
I felt the sweep of a such wind
Catching through all motion’s tone
All on the call from the notes sweet roam.

When I danced
I felt moments before all began
The breath before a pulse to start
Muscle, aim and the form would join heart.

When I danced
I felt joy freed in a gift
Spacious, open and light as a lift
Shared beyond measure, farther than space
Not of my own, but another, of grace.

When I danced
for a sweet time,
I was young, mortal kind,
afloat in God’s air
gifted this, such a dare
in life’s wondrous most cherished
and lovely graced prayer.

© 2018 Linda Willows

Ecclesiastes 3:11
He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.

“Cupped in Love Pouring, Love Roaring, Love Sown” a prayer poem from LWillows

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Love, Love; heart hear through rain’s pouring
Strike, light; come into call’s roaring
Softly but surely, now in this vast
Find the child’s wanting and fill him to last.

Oh, be the One that will Father his heart.
Sweeten and comfort, give him a start.
How sweet the blessing when life opens to
That moment, the pouring of the thunder of You.

Pray, Love, be stilled by a wonder so new.
Filled by a God of Creation’s imbue.
Oh, sweet- yet there is so much to be known
Cupped in Love pouring, Love roaring, Love sown.

© 2018 Linda Willows

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, And before you were born I consecrated you; I have appointed you a prophet to the nations.” (Jeremiah 1:5)

“Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God” (Romans 8:26 & 27).

“Then Jonah prayed unto the LORD his God, out of the fish’s belly, And said, ‘I cried by reason of mine affliction unto the LORD, and He heard me; out of the belly of hell cried I, and thou hearest my voice” (Jonah 2:1-2).

“Lift my son to You, Lord”…prayer poem from LWillows

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“Lord, lift my son to You”

I lost and found him throughout the years,
In stories that wound and then tangled with tears.
There I lay soaked in a hive of mother fears,
Caught in the crossfire of life’s inner spheres.

I surrendered, bent forth, in soliloquy bared,
And all of my words left your heart undeclared.
You are loved, my son. My soul pours without end.
Nothing could sever or hinder soul’s blend.

Your eyes shine blue like faraway doors,
Yet I wander through the decades of horizons, yours.
More cherished than anything that words could hide;
Inscribed are the visions that love wrote inside.

Lord, carry what I am powerless to hold.
Lift my son’s heart to Yours in Love’s mercy bold.
Be His Father, stir the miracles – the ones that were born
When you formed him in me, your own Spirit’s dwelling sworn.

© 2017 Linda Willows, 2018