There rises a Tree, tall and strong
Branches wide, they stretch far and long.
Aching not breaking, seeking the Sun’s light.
Found in the midst of a deep forest’s blight.
“Weep no more, besides my shade
beneath this earth’s deepened roots.
Reach the stories, speaking to tell-
cupped in God’s Spirit, watered well.”
Clouds form to treetops, they gather to sing,
whispering futures that angel harps note.
Mists rise from root to branches that sway,
There, comes tomorrow -in the Light of God’s Day.
In the joy of the last weeping, they stand, to tell,
“There rises a Tree, tall and strong
branches wide, they stretch far and long,
aching not breaking, in His Spirit, found well.”
© 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.”