Willow Tree:
Her branches and leaves seem to seep down
in front of me and you,
Lying side-by-side, fingers laced together.
I notice her protective barrier keeping us from
the world we know, but she never will truly understand.
Willow tree,
I am older now and your trunk has been a sanctuary
for my life.
Peacefully and carelessly, I rest upon her back
that supports mine
A perfect place to adore her creator who crafted
her so diligently.
Willow Tree,
Why are you weeping?
You have grown older now and
I have aged, too.
Were you not the place where
I encountered my first love?
Were you not the place where
I've felt God's tangible presence?
You are that place for me.
And your branches will surround me now forever
with such elegance and grace:
not fully understanding the world itself,
but now understanding mine.
