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’s splendor can show,
greater than what our own minds could know.
I feel the grandeur of this moment’s Sun.
I witness Love’s might to embrace all as One.
©2014 Linda Willows republished, 2012
Photography by Bortovoi
T’is my own Soul that I glance when I see you there still
Each and all faces multiply and fill.
In the eyes of each shine and hope lasts to be.
I knew that you cared and leaned deeply on me.
Leaving behind all the treacherous finds
Did wrench through my own my heart and my mind.
How can one live with such comfort and ease
With oceans of sorrow across a few seas.
One Face is part All. I love you as me.
Take my hand, lift your veil. We can pray. We can see.
©2012 Linda Willows
photo by Dexter Garcia