“Whispering Futures”, a worship poem from L.Willows (Hope, God’s Presence, The Vine)

There rises a Tree, tall and strong
with branches high that reach far and long.
Aching not breaking in the Sun’s light
Found in the midst of a deep forest’s blight.

Weep no more. Come beside my shade
beneath the earth’s deepened root glade.
Listen to the stories, there to tell-
cupped in God’s Spirit, watered well.

Clouds run to treetops, gathered to sing,
whispering of futures from our Lord, our King.
Mists rise from Root to branches that sway,
There. Come Tomorrow- in the Light of new Day

Whispering futures from long ago gift.
Clouds float to treetops in angel songs lift.
Aching not breaking, we are drawn to the Sun’s Light
We rise to Home with Godly Invite.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Revelation 22:16 -“I, Jesus, have sent my angel to testify to you about these things for the churches. I am the root and the descendant of David, the bright morning star.”

Zechariah 8:12 —or there shall be a sowing of peace. The vine shall give its fruit, and the ground shall give its produce, and the heavens shall give their dew. And I will cause the remnant of this people to possess all these things.

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