The Days of the Miraculous…..a poem by Linda Willows


“The Days of the Miraculous”… Linda Willows

Oh Lord, when you act, you awe us, you thrill,
miracles multiply, spinning out of Your will.
How you astound all that lives, all you hold…
the fruits of Your Love for the world to behold.

Glory leaps as we near, to revere All that holds,
our own lives in Your care, in such veins of Heart bold.
We witness You hallowed in a shrine of Love’s light…
Yet more, Father more than our mere eyes have as sight.

In the Glory, we wake and see a dewdrop reflect
a rainbow from Heaven in its reverent depth.
How much more can it be that you carry us through
All the days of life’s miraculous, wonders’ to view.

© 2016 Linda Willows


On Bended Knee, a worship poem by Linda Willows


On Bended Knee

On bended knee, I find my own,
the way of simple letting known.
Freed are all the burdens kept
out they flew, oh out they leaped…

I bowed my head to let all dim,
The Love came then, it soared; poured in.
My all curled toward the mercy Bright,
heart fold round firmly in this might.

Wrap me around and hold me tight,
I never want to leave this invite.
Oh let the fetters of the day,
find their way without my say.

I need to Love on bended knee;
T’is how I die, I live, I see.
The glory All is farther than,
the whole and heart of even me.

Life, its source, the beauty of
comes free, but ‘Let’ from far above,
and when we bend our lives to Love
to live and die, to reach to see,
we arch in deep humility.

Touching portal veils that hold,
the embrace of Sacred love extolled.

©2015 Linda Willows, rework; republish, ©original 2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Kemil Kamal

“Soul kissed” ~a poem by Linda Willows

Heaven touched my face and lips,
as dew in gentle spirit’s kiss.
It rushed these Petals here for bliss
that I may feel the Soul of such wish.

Only in the gentle midst
Of sacred gather in such mists,
would I come to find the hush
that follows love’s first sacred rush.

That and all born tender such
as Heaven finds my Heart’s love’s touch,
is wondrous, kind and dear to the tips
of Soul met parts of this Heart, when kissed.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Esteban Rios