Lord, this old tree has become lonesome for Thee
Weighted limbs bow so low; some broken apart and set free.
Roots with long wind stretch deep into your Earth.
They linger, still mingle with beloveds in mirth.
In the transfer of time, mighty lightning and storms crime,
All given, stripped bare, lived through winds divine.
The leaves saught return bright and ripened each year,
To spread your green bounty like a thousand joy tears.
Seen are the cracks, and hoping might bent,
found in time’s stretch of limbs in repent.
Lord this is old tree could not live without Thee,
Yours in all plight; in all weathers, all night.
Given and sealed outstretched arms reach out bent
Weeping to Heaven, this green canopy,
Lord, love this tree as it sings voices of years
ripened by the rains of your sweet jubilee tears.
©2012 Linda Willows
The BELOVED 
Sweet jubilee. There is a word one seldom hears anymore…
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true, I love the image of “sweet jubilee”, it is true joy!:-D
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Linda, I love poems about trees, and this one about an aging, worn tree is spiritually poignant and beautiful!
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I feel so connected and filled with love when I write about trees and nature. I long for it so much yet my memories are vivid with great experiences in the past. I was fortunate many times in life to live with extraordinary experiences of Nature’s Beauty. Love to you, Betty, Linda
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So much history contained in such an old tree–so much giving back to the earth has been done by this old tree: a great example to us all!
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I love that tree, yes- a grand example and metaphor for elders among us with deeply weathered lives.
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Breathtaking…its beauty sweeps my heart away! The love of nature before the Lord…too lovely, thanks for sharing dearest Linda!
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Thank you. The love of nature before the Lord is true Joy!
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