“The grasp of Love”…a worship poem by LWillows

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When last I looked you were in sight
Above, beyond and near as light.
As warmth would cover all like pure sand
Your glimmer shed and poured to homeland.

Love turns my face again to you.
All heart bows low in grace’s due,
With gratitude engulfed upon
What was, has been, and that, now gone.

I lift my arms in glory’s rise
and weep when mortal shadows die,
yet, I will not lose the Grasp of Love
It owns my heart, this joy Above.

Come glimmer shed and pour upon me
Called to home I am led by Thee…
I look above, beyond and near to the Light,
My Lord, you motion me with all of your might.

© 2017 Linda Willows

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“We belong together, unbound and without seams”…shared by LWillows


“We Belong Together, Unbound; Without Seams” by Linda Willows
These words fell from my heart from more than five years ago..such longing; seeking…yet meaning even more to me today as I soak in His gift of Love and experience being a guest of the Heavenly Host.

What has become “unbound” in me? What seam has fallen into surrender? What do we move forward without? Such a journey of joy and loss! I learned that in order to step forward into a birth – into That Boundless place of Spirit that beckons us — we must die to self…the seams let go, stitch by stitch as we achingly stretch forward to Love Itself.

“We reflect and become Sacred Waters in drift…
As each pours into the rivers of Your Love’s Gift.
Bound gently forwards and through life’s secret dreams;
We belong together, unbound –  and without seams.

Lift the equal of a rosebud or found earthly stone.
All find the Embrace; not a one left alone.
Secret dreams yield reveal in the souls of Divine guests…
You and I, together, adrift All in Love’s request.”

© 2012 Linda Willows

(photo gratitude: Shirley Jean)

Empty Palm’s Grace ~by Linda Willows

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Come forward, face the sun,
day blossoms as done.
Horizons lift into
life’s heart golden spun.

Walk from the silence
of the peace that comes due,
when the Heart is the frame
and Love, the View.

Ache with the calling
that stirs to become,
to touch all that Breathes
in the mystery of One.

Leave all, let fall;
no possession may keep…
deeply the motion,
though the heart may weep.

Found in the glory
of empty palms grace,
is the fill of a Kingdom
that brings Souls to embrace.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Belyaeva Light

Love’s due circles, Softness keeping… by Linda Willows

My Soul does bow before God’s estate
the meek, the tender, the surrendered great,
all that serve with fearless gait,
all that stand fueled by an inner elate.

I smile to feel my hand extend
From inside out to rounded befriend.
Coming, feeling, reeling, reaping
Love’s due circles, softness Keeping.

All become beloved ones near
able to reach, touch each, shed tear.
And in the midst, I see all to revere,
God’s heart, everywhere, with us, a sphere…

Grander than what any sky splendor can show,
Greater than what our own minds could know…
I feel the grandeur of this moment’s Sun.
I witness Loves Might embrace all as One.

©2014 Linda Willows republished

Photography by Bortovoi