Here, we worship together by bringing our hearts and our lives, truthfully and longingly to God. We ask for hope, for love and for encouragement in a fellowship of and in The BELOVED.
Heart of mine,
I bend to breath…
I stiffen, ache
as you break to Lead.
While your beating,
tempers my moon,
the might of its rivers,
take my fears
to full swoon.
Truth take the Core
of these flights to near doom
and wash me ashore
with your Hand’s cradled womb.
Heart of mine, bend,
cup the Love’s wine,
fill all the channels
with That which is Thine.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Gromova-Kal’Minsky
What must have suspended the breath, this night
calm to tone all with notes of delight
The hum of a heavenly bird caught sight
singing divine with love’s sweet invite.
Can another make such a peace still, inferred,
winding throughout like incense and myrrh
calling like hymns with mystical confer,
Love entered, swept through and left all with her.
©2012 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
I am filled, I feel loved,
sweetly known,
some One home.
I am held.
I feel touched.
My heart pressed,
lone time blessed.
In some dance,
I feel shifts
as if breath sweeps all lifts.
I sigh, weep
and smile up
head bowed low
in outflow.
My arms raise,
my hands praise.
Love has lifted my gaze.
I am filled, I feel loved,
not alone;
at God’s Throne.
©2012 Linda Willows
