“Loves’ Answer, Loves’ Promise, The Holy’s Engrave”, a worship poem from L.Willows

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Loves’ Answer, Loves’ Promise, The Holy’s Engrave

Dear ones wrapped in loves’ sweetened prayer
hearts deepen, they appeal, they unite, they declare.
Kingdoms and gateways rising to swell
all from the glory of The Beloved’s indwell.

Dear ones held tightly and lifted with trust
calling with might, hearts emptied, cups thrust.
All given in prayer that One may save
Loves’ answer, Loves’ promise; The Holy’s engrave.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Isaiah 65: 24 ~ Before they call I will answer; while they are yet speaking I will hear.

Mark 11:24 ~ Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.

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“Holy Moments from Heaven”…by Linda Willows

a13715988_1747332822179919_703671116264867973_nWe will see Jesus, in the hour near.
Love lets the door press apart, banning fear.
All kindred hearts will fill in deep sweetened air,
and breathe with the Touch that His Spirit does bear.

Oh such Holy moments from Heaven above,
will hasten our heartbeats with the flood of His Love.
Here do we join in full hope, faith and prayer…
Lost and then found in the gain of God’s Dare.

Calling the Glory of the Kingdom Declared,
Lives speak the Word of His Own unimpaired.
Blessed are the Hearts with “The Beloved One”,
We see Jesus today -Our Christ; The Lord’s Son.

© 2016 Linda Willows

“I am the heart”, a poem by Linda Willows

I am the heart that beats until
there is no other silenced will,
in places that would rather still,
I challenge yet to feel and spill.

Dare me not to fall away.
Dare my soul to rise this day,
wrapping each my own fate’s stay
with love that keeps, that binds my way.

When season comes to find me home,
I will be softened, roamed to bone;
lived within each corner of stone
that bound and pulled this life from throne.

But due will be the glory of
such mighty freedoms from above.
My Heart should find its dear Belove,
and there be with all deepest Love.

©2012, republish 2015; Linda Willows

Photograph by Romina Dughero

in the fields of Gods Almighty Mound ~by Linda Willows

Love witnesses Itself in Glory’s abound.
It plays in the fields of God’s almighty mound

In swirling designs that display beauty’s law,
It seeks our amaze as we tremor with awe.

I walk towards and into Sacred Heart,
abandon all veils that would keep us apart.
Then swept into heavens that spur Love’s ignite,
My soul is caressed with such wondrous Light.

Held as dear lover, true mate, and One note,
I am flush with God’s cover, immersed to devote.
Now ever as witness, one that bears the embrace
A soul, ever near, bows to Loves Holy Face.

©2012 Linda Willow; reprint 2014

Photography by Belua Gheorghe