Sunday, November 17, 2013



Fall's breath frosting leaves
she folds her hands to pray

Pale sunlight catches her
transforming aspect

The world in light or gray
belongs to the Creator

The One who dreamed
of willows dreams of me

So I fold my hands
as perfect as her branches

and chant in frost or sun
a litany of praise

            From you comes the theme of my praise...Psalm 22:25 NIV

1 comment:

  1. I like the dreamy idea of giving a tree a personality. They " clap their hands ", with joy, in Isaiah 55. I picture this willow gracefully flexing & bending with the gusts of wind & storms. Just gracefully surrendering to the Lord, under any circumstances, giving thanks in all, praising Him always! Love & prayers, in Jesus, Cynthia