“From Heaven’s Glove”, a worship poem from LWillows

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From Heaven’s Glove

I know some circles called ‘my heart’,
Far from here they do not part.
Lines begin to shred and fray
When they wander, when they stray.

Called to be by unseen sway
Here they rest, here they stay.
Coddled all beside one Guest,
A might that gathers all as Blessed.

When the winds of life become
Stormed, or rifted, pulled by some –
Here within a Love abides
Comfort tendered from all sides.

Drawn like dew from heaven’s glove,
Soaked into each circle of –
Heart of mine with wanting love
Given all from God above.

© 2018 Linda Willows

“Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you.” Psalm 63:3

“Your love, O Lord, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies. Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, your justice like the great deep.” Psalm 36:5-6

“I will declare that your love stands firm forever, that you established your faithfulness in heaven itself.” Psalm 89:2

“‘Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed,’ says the Lord, who has compassion on you.” Isaiah 54:10

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“Sweetly Offered Tepid Tea” poetry from LWillows

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Awakening in time I rose
No sound or soul knew of the hour.
In the expanse of an echo’s call
My heart, it woke and rose in enthrall.

Lifted by an unseen hand,
As if one gentle found me there
Lying small, curled up in alone
Like a child within her Father’s throne.

Interrupt the pulse that runs
Breathe in the one that hides from you.
Yield the woman-child to bind
All of life once more soaked through.

Indeed the hour brought night to day-
Carried, gifted, all Your way.
Sweetly offered, tepid tea
Bathed in the brew of life, like me.

© 2018 Linda Willows

Isaiah 10:27
And in that day his burden will depart from your shoulder, and his yoke from your neck; and the yoke will be broken because of the fat.”

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“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.”

“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 a 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 the hush of prayer, I bow low, sweet with tears,
Oh Father, Abba, my Lord, You are here.

© 2017. 2015 Linda Willows