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Beneath His Willow Tree
by louis gander So tell me, does God understand, and can He really see, a lonely widow on this bench beneath His willow tree? There were parents busy with, their children running free, but no one noticed I sat here beneath His willow tree. Of all the people in the park, I thought of only me. Could no one know my broken heart beneath His willow tree? My husband's recent passing adds one more bad memory, to all my pile of heartaches here beneath His willow tree. "Please take away my loneliness." I prayed, "May sorrow flee" - but felt a tear start rolling down, beneath His willow tree. I prayed for one small miracle, just one drop from His sea - then found a peace not felt before, beneath His willow tree. As Jesus kissed my tear away, I noticed lovingly, another weary woman rest, beneath His willow tree. So then she shared her loneliness. A new friend she would be. We talked and laughed and opened up beneath His willow tree. The sun came out and brightened us, as we sipped green iced tea - and reminisced together here beneath His willow tree. So tell me, does God understand, and can He really see, a lonely widow on this bench beneath His willow tree? Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |