“I wait upon all in the drift of Your Will” a worship poem from LWillows

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In pond where all meets the home of life’s art
Gather drifts that circle to rise in my heart.
Each drawn towards the dawn of sun’s morning restart,
Rays warming, all giving, they lift up to part.

Seeking, such lightness, the tenderness of
Love descending, reaching deeply,
Into all life’s cupped glove.

Pond heart meeting Thou art from the still,
I wait upon All in the drift of Your will.
Sweetly I linger, I soak in Love’s vein,
Basking, ever basking in the warmth of Your Reign.

© 2018 Linda Willows

Psalms 27:14
Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD.

Psalms 130:5
I wait for the LORD, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope.

Lamentations 3:22-24
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”

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“Star Shine, Soul’s Brine”…a worship poem from LWillows

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I am covered low in love divine,
as one braced soft in sacred vine.
A wreath by day, thou lights heart shrine.
And come the night, Star shine, Soul’s brine.

The eyes of Heaven opened, revered.
Holy, holy, Our Lord comes near.
with hush of prayer I bow low, sweet with tears,
Oh Father, Abba, my Lord, You are here.

© 2017. 2015 Linda Willows

“Soaked in Grace”…a worship poem by LWillows

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Soaked in Grace

As a tide that rises from east to west,
then bursts from within and turns round to grip
fills with the sands and the stones of the earth…
my heart is loosened, undone at it’s girth.

Winds come home to bring up the surf
swept in with barrels of ancient life’s scrolls.
How deep is the current that follows my heart
before, between and beside all life’s start.

Wave crests fly up and dare mists to the sky.
The Heavens could mingle in clouds that go by.
But here is my footprint sinking in sand,
earthbound, in pebbles at the edge where I stand.

Oh tide of hearts homecoming, souls to be lifted
Eastern star lights all to rise in Love’s gifted.
See how the face shines upon the deep sea?
Holy answer sheds grace and soaks all of me..

©: 2017 Linda Willows