A dance in me motions through seasons beyond,
long ago rhythms ago, that captured youths’ song.
It lifted my soul above and with might
to follow the muse that beckoned through nights.
No matter what season or passing of time,
the dance was a muse that lifted life mine.
Soft callings on the wind did whisper to me,
bidding follow of a love, of a grand symphony.
Ages and years did not lessen the call.
My heart only learned each new dance, each new fall.
When deep and long life’s motion becomes,
the stretch of all steps commanded succumb.
What dances is freed to roam heaven and earth…
to listen to the Wind and its music of mirth.
Oh Glory, the road that is given to us
when taken, we share in all heavens’ gladness.
Not without price is this motion revealed
To open the sacred, we learn love; we yield,
A sweet call of asking with truth in our call
is met with the mercy of Loves touching enthrall.
Of my dance, of yours, of our lives given round-
Let all seasons bring motion that we can join sound;
the whispers of the wind from this treasure of Love,
Sounded, rebounded, and founded above.
© 2015 Linda Willows
Words press upon page ever-light to kiss,
Sweet motions set in, my heart moved to bliss.
Dancing between all the notes that set free,
some poet, ago – one that wandered like me.
Hours blessed the days with whispers of prose
as I walked in a garden of winds laced with rose.
Oh let me soft speak; even sing in hushed tone…
some few hallowed words from this graced Godly roam.
Leave me and find me – all good comes Home now.
I’m in the dear fold of the Lord of the Vow.
Pardoned, entrusted, and beloved of Now,
I wander to drift in the grace of endow.
Words press upon page oh, too Light to kiss…
Find each of us, all of us – poets in such bliss.
©2015 Linda Willows (rewrite original 2013)
My heart does sing
in the dawn of your Face
a shining cloud’s lace.
A Universe bows,
Light sparkles in space;
Far comes to near
in a moment’s embrace.
Love joys at the moment,
Heart fills with God’s sea-
In deep prayers’ grace
and atonement’s decree.
I bow to be a witness…
I bow to be blessed…
For in this sweet moment
God’s door has been pressed!
copyright 2014 Linda Willows
Fragile hush lures and softens to sleep,
the dreamer curls into white wanderings deep;
lush set amidst all the furrows where keep,
such nectar that heals the innermost weep.
Soft is the wrapping of Love’s dear behold,
beneath all seed born of the rapture of gold.
Fragile hush covers to blanket the consoled,
and tenders the place where lies Hearts’ sweet unfold.
©2012 Linda Willows