“Evenings Gathered with Gratitude’s Moon”, from LWillows

When last I looked, you were beside,
There on my right, in the path on the green
Deep in the hills of bounties so wide,
Rich in the depth of my memory’s tide.

With trails and songs gifted, joy found a tune,
All heaven and earth seemed new with hope.
Evenings were gathered with gratitude’s moon
Peace fell upon such pastures elope.

I walk in green paths and remember today,
Singing of treasures lost yet in this world-
Surrounded by a bounty of grace in Love’s sway.
You are here always near, my heart fells, you do stay.

© 2018 Linda Willows

John 15:15
“No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you.”

James 2:23
“And the Scripture was fulfilled that says, “Abraham believed God, and it was counted to him as righteousness”—and he was called a friend of God.”

Ecclesiastes 4:9-12
“Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up! Again, if two lie together, they keep warm, but how can one keep warm alone? And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken.”


Mother, I Awaken……a poem by Linda Willows

I was pulled into the past with a vision of my mother’s face
Time had weathered the details of her beauty and grace
The last time I saw her she was in my arms and just passed.
My heart held and called. That night was our last.
All of our dreams and hopes snapped in mid-air
As a raven takes a sparrow without destiny’s care.

I encountered her not in long mists pulled before me.
Impossible, I thought, that such silent stillness could be.
Clouds formed a drift that stretched through the sky,
Even now I can feel my drawn and stitched sigh.
Breath formed a tomb in my heart; a place to quietly lie.

Then was my time to climb a mountain alone.
I wished for my friend, my partner, my heart’s bone.
protect me, preserve me, show me the way home.
Where was the girl that was so brave to roam?

Time and again I felt God drawing near.
Now I am soaked in His Presence so Dear.
The body and its presence are not the measures of love,
It is surely a shadow of what lies above.

Mother, I love you. To your heart, I bow.
I see you. I hear you. I promise this vow:
In silence is the chorus that you taught me to hear
The message of Love is eternal, sacred and near.

© 2016 Linda Willows
© 2011 Linda Willows: Mother 1985

“One Face is Part All” ~by Linda Willows

T’is my own Soul that I glance when I see you there still
Each and all faces multiply and fill.
In the eyes of each shine and hope lasts to be.
I knew that you cared and leaned deeply on me.
Leaving behind all the treacherous finds
Did wrench through my own my heart and my mind.
How can one live with such comfort and ease
With oceans of sorrow across a few seas.
One Face is part All. I love you as me.
Take my hand, lift your veil. We can pray. We can see.

©2012 Linda Willows
photo by Dexter Garcia

“Songs that We Sang Before Time Took Its Hold” ~by Linda Willows

All have gone on ahead, and I am left here with me.
The ones that followed can’t find a passage to see.
That heart that reached in fell out far and strong
Forever, perhaps never- casting longing lifelong.

Songs that we sang before time took life’s hold
Come back to me, tearfully, in markings still bold.
I step to the tunes but get lost on past’s day.
None can come alive from yesterday’s way.

All have gone ahead and I am left here with me,
Breathing, heart beating, no chance to foresee.
Destiny runs through life’s path with such will;
Unsightly, heartbreaking, yet ours to love still.

Would that I ever might fathom the door
a portal, a calling that led me to more.
This a new heartbeat, one farther than mine
One born in the hope of God’s leading, His sign.

Here is the singular death of all past
the flowers have shed like the memory’s last…
Each with a mortal dream faded away,
Lost, gone and faded; with yet seedling’s bouquet.

©2012 Linda Willows