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