It has been several years of worship poetry that arose from nature walks. This one was from a year ago. Recently I discovered the joy of “Prayer Walks” which are even more amazing. In them, I speak the prayer softly and often include (spontaneously) all that I witness along the way as parts of praise, gratitude, worship, and appeal to God. As I circle around- I have even started to sing or hum. Now, I think that the squirrels and the birds along the way know me because the same ones come out to greet me each morning, occasionally even seeming to follow or precede me on the trail. The joy continues throughout the day. Maybe our days can be a Prayer Walk!
In footsteps meek and almost bare
I walk towards horizon there
Barely seen by my own eyes
Barely known, I try to find signs
Yet in the outstretched blue before
There is a canvas painted above
Far beyond what I might see
No clouds or night can separate me
From outstretched arms that reach to hold
A love that bends down deep does mold
Such a heart around the whole of all
I fathom life to be its call.
I place my footstep forward towards
This mighty bright, it beckons me.
Heavenward with the graze of love’s scent
I tilt towards such beauty’s knee.
Wrapped in bare sighting,
I know not whereof.
I walk in awe’s lightning,
My heart feels Christ’s Love.
© 2018, 2019 Linda Willows
Life in God’s Keep
From where do you rise-
larger than life’s birth,
more than the sum of
all measured worth.
Sweeter than all-love,
greater than gifts;
you come in a river
like water that drifts.
Here, in my hearts’ breath.
Here in the deep.
Here in the hush of,
prayers that sing-weep.
Joy in such wonder.
Joy breaks to leap,
All parts to praise-thunder,
Life in God’s keep.
© 2019 Linda Willows
You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.
But now I am coming to you, and these things I speak in the world, that they may have my joy fulfilled in themselves.
These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full.
How this Love winds, throughout life’s line,
etching through lives, throughout all time.
The promise was given, of worth, at birth-
spoken in whispers, like a hush from deep earth.
Heaven bends to grant from gracious God’s gift
leaving such beauty, we gasp in love’s drift.
How can heart mother such moment as this,
born in time’s wonder, in the womb of such bliss…
Each of us, children; fostered and found,
fathomed by stillness in the wake of might bound.
Tender this Love as it winds through our lives
here in the midst of such Beauty, we dive.
© 2019 Linda Willows
The Lord appeared to him from far away. I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you.
For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.
Journey at the break of day; it hallows me, it marks my way.
All my reasons fall away. I am sanctified; I fall to pray.
Leaves of umber, green and rust
lace the blanket of ground I trust,
embraced by sweet earth tendered there
I am misted, kissed- by the morning’s air.
Take my arms, now opened wide,
and all of my heart: it is humbled, untied.
Take all in through thy sacred side,
this my path of life, to Your step, Your Stride.
Pray this wonder at the mist of new day,
I am lost and found, in your tendered way.
©2019 Linda Willows, 2012
John 1:3. 3
Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made.
Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice; let the sea roar, and all that fills it; let the field exult, and everything in it! Then shall all the trees of the forest sing for joy!