“We belong together, unbound and without seams”…shared by LWillows


“We Belong Together, Unbound; Without Seams” by Linda Willows
These words fell from my heart from more than five years ago..such longing; seeking…yet meaning even more to me today as I soak in His gift of Love and experience being a guest of the Heavenly Host.

What has become “unbound” in me? What seam has fallen into surrender? What do we move forward without? Such a journey of joy and loss! I learned that in order to step forward into a birth – into That Boundless place of Spirit that beckons us — we must die to self…the seams let go, stitch by stitch as we achingly stretch forward to Love Itself.

“We reflect and become Sacred Waters in drift…
As each pours into the rivers of Your Love’s Gift.
Bound gently forwards and through life’s secret dreams;
We belong together, unbound –  and without seams.

Lift the equal of a rosebud or found earthly stone.
All find the Embrace; not a one left alone.
Secret dreams yield reveal in the souls of Divine guests…
You and I, together, adrift All in Love’s request.”

© 2012 Linda Willows

(photo gratitude: Shirley Jean)

“The kiss of new Birth”, a sacred poem by Linda Willows

2 Corinthians 4:6-7
For God who said, “Let Light shine out of darkness, made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of God’s glory displayed in the face of Christ.
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.”

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Fashioned out of clay I was
unformed and deep in quiet bound.

Shadows cast by Light unknown,
surrounding night with naught a sound.

Enter then a ray’s impress,
such gentle touch did probe heart’s rest.

Then stirred reveal of Life to Itself;
the seedling quickens, oh Glory in stealth…

about to receive the kiss of New Birth,
from none less than He, Lord of All…
The Beloved One, who Created the Earth.

©2015 Linda Willows

photograph by Alexander Prischepov

“Heaven is Open at the Bend of earth’s Heart”, a worship poem by Linda Willows

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My soul does rise from unseen Breath
A spirit Holy gives me nest,
and though I have no place to rest
upon a promised loves request,
a newborn heart in me does crest.

Die to live and fall to rise.
What shapes the birth of a soul’s revise.
Heaven is open at the bend of earth’s heart.
Thus humbled; so Graced, God was never apart.

O rise within me. Grant open Your Sky.
Hear me from Your Kingdom High.
Light that shines too Bright to face.
Open my heart. Find me a place.

Take my ashes of old and scatter the wind.
My heart is repentant; so much to rescind.
In the light of your Glory, I bow at the door,
waiting upon your Love’s Joy in the fore.

How can I ever have words even ways,
that tell of the Love that I see in this gaze.
Only say this when you see me reach up,
she Loves Him, she’s with Him, for all of her days

© 2015 Linda Willows

photograph by David Pruess