“All of You in Splendor For”, a poem from L.Willows

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Be with me, within, can we
Find that place of all restore.
Search the sky, my heart is there
Cast before the dawn.
All of you in splendour for
Could reach and break it still.
Oh the colours that would spill
Upon horizons ours
Yours and mine
For all of us,
We live in worlds one name.
Broken, taken, found and claimed
All forgiven; loved the same.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Psalm 98:4
Mightier than the waves of the sea is His love for you.

Psalm 86:5
For you, O Lord, are good and forgiving, abounding in steadfast love to all who call upon you.

Psalm 147:3
He heals the broken-hearted, and bandages their wounds.

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“”Oh Heart Carve a Place”……a poem by Linda Willows

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Take one thousand years, the ones etched in all hearts
the longest forever’s, the keepsakes, life’s parts.
Then empty the chambers of all that pulls back
what hides and winds secrets of pain and love’s lack.

Lord, these are the hearts that most dearly need you
The broken, the suffering, the lives lived deep through.
My own just as all, pressed with trials darkly set
Taken, lost, shaken from night’s epithet.

Oh Heart, carve a place for forgiveness to dwell.
Let the past fall to Now in His Mercy’s groundswell.
May each come to bare in the innocence of
a sweetness that comforts with Limitless Love.

Thousand years to forever we all join the fore
Emboldened, entrusted to walk through God’s door.
Bare me, Lord dare me; I would walk, I would do…
All in your namesake, Lord. Lead us to You.

© 2015 Linda Willows
Photograph by Jarrod

On Bended Knee, a worship poem by Linda Willows

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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

Love Revival ~ the mound of God’s Pew, by Linda Willows

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Love tenders itself back again
Found and found new.
Swells into a heart’s reaching
the soft mound of God’s pew.

Tender hands press
to warm
earthen clay
mellowed by waters,
waves rushed to the fore.

Callings, prayers, whispers
and a weeping full let.
All in the break of
Atonement’s reset.
Soaked in the tides of
tender reprieve. Formed
in new mold by Loves tender hold.
This is the refining
of a hearts’ greatest gold.

O Bless the revival
of Love
in such seasons
We find our homecoming
are purposed, see meanings.

Love tenders itself back again
Swells into heart reaching
the mound of God’s pew.
Hand of The Beloved
pressed to warm earthen clay
Lost, given, forgiven…
All on this day.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photography by Dmitry Ageev