With the exception of some old hymn lines, I’ve never posted here prose by anyone other than myself. But Miss Archer read this at a luncheon recently and it impressed and blessed me with its tenderness. So with her permission, here it is to bless you as well.
The Willow Weeping
by Cheryl Young Archer © 1980′s
(used by permission)
She stands alone
Full of grace is She
She is the Willow Weeping
An interceding tree.
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Her limbs are lean
Her branches light
Her heart is heavy
Broken and contrite
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Her leaves are like teardrops
Flowing with the wind
Travailing from her very depths
As Her prayers ascend.
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She recalls the very night
He knelt and prayed in a distressing plight
Of drops of blood from the sweat and tears
Crying out to His Father… “Not mine, but Your will.”
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She watched and prayed… touched deep inside
While an angel appeared… twas pure delight -
To strengthen Her Tender
In love’s earnest fight… to defeat death … and rise victorious!
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She was stirred by His breath
Warmed in His love
Sealed with a kiss
From Her Tender above.
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A kiss of His blessing
Living waters that feed
Fountains of love
As their prayers intercede.
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The music of her spirit
Dancing in the wind
Rising with Her Tender
Her most beloved Friend.
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The winds of His Spirit lift her branches light
When her heart is heavy… broken and contrite.
She pours out her spirit from the fountain within
In a prayer interceding to the Heavens ascend.
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Carolyn Anne Venable