like the willow

 



‘like the willow’ Trgates,1/13/2022

weeping like the willow,

bent over, touching the earth,

standing tall,

happy at births,

broken at last kisses,

branches swinging at each wedding,

at each choice otherwise,

at each new tributary,

our roots reach as deep

as our limbs,

storms only threaten our height,

our weeping’s our strength,

found in standing tall. 

 “You have collected all my tears in Your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.”