Journey at the break of day; it hallows me, it marks my way.
All my reasons fall away. I am sanctified; I fall to pray.
Leaves of umber, green and rust
lace the blanket of ground I trust,
embraced by sweet earth tendered there
I am misted, kissed- by the morning’s air.
Take my arms, now opened wide,
and all of my heart: it is humbled, untied.
Take all in through thy sacred side,
this my path of life, to Your step, Your Stride.
Pray this wonder at the mist of new day,
I am lost and found, in your tendered way.
©2019 Linda Willows, 2012
John 1:3. 3
Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made.
Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice; let the sea roar, and all that fills it; let the field exult, and everything in it! Then shall all the trees of the forest sing for joy!
Oh, Raindrop – burst,
your mercy fills thirst.
You are love falling
the sweetness of mirth.
Come heaven, tilled
to us, to earth.
Reap in our hearts
renewal; life’s first.
A raindrop’s thirst
for us in God’s tend.
A pouring that prays
in the midst of Love’s mend.
© 2019 Linda Willows
For I will pour water on the thirsty land, and streams on the dry ground;
I will pour my Spirit upon your offspring, and my blessing on your descendants.
Jesus answered and said unto her, If thou knewest the gift of God, and who it is that saith to thee, Give me to drink; thou wouldest have asked of him, and he would have given thee living water.
Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.
Petals deep silken fall beneath my footsteps,
I linger, I feel each round cloud that soft lets.
Wanderings embrace Love’s kindness retraced.
Oh, bounty brings near such never-ending Grace.
Silver strands weave into a new budding 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 magic, 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.
©2018 Linda Willows
My flesh and my heart may fail, But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
I cried out to You, O LORD; I said, “You are my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.
Jeremiah 31:3 “The LORD appeared to him from afar, saying, “I have loved you with an everlasting love; Therefore I have drawn you with lovingkindness.”
1 John 4:16
So we have come to know and to believe the love that God has for us. God is love, and whoever abides in love abides in God, and God abides in him.
Photograph by Emil Motei