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