Women’s Ways of Knowing

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I sit among the willows, soft and still,
The hush of silence resting in my soul;
A fragrant flower calls to me, “Arise,
Walk tenderly the pathway of your heart.”
A bidding to release the pain of old
And live in quiet adoration of our Lord;
To strive for nothing other than his love,
And be the gentle flower, one, alone.

It is decided now, this verdant plan,
To grow more fully in the light,
To let the past be buried in the earth
The new seed nourished in his sight.
Awakening to the spring of garden’s fair
I reach unto the sun that draws me on;
Beginning to be settled in the way
Of solitude, of prayer, at One.

~  Anna Lin

Praise Song in my Garden

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Praise song in my garden,
wonderment, delight,
Gracefully the flowers
tell of gentle might.
Stillness rests about thee,
yet the song is heard,
Melding with the
heartbeat,
Whispering God’s word.

Oh, to be as flowers,
beautiful and bright,
Sharing mystic wonders
for others who seek light.
What shall be my colours?
What voice shall I say?
Will my life spread fragrance,
gently on the way?

Tiny beings, about me,
teach me so to sing;
Prayerfully a blessing,
every moment bring.

~  Anna Lin