The Willow Weeps

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The willow weeps                                                        May the loving Presence
Delicate branches sway in the wind                        of your Heavenly Father
Like finest silk spun to golden threads            hold you through this time of tears.
Bending not breaking
Straining, not snapping
Breezes buffet, storms stress                     "I am the Vine, you are the branches."
The willow weeps,                                                                 John 15:5 NIV
But the willow stands.

God Himself knits roots to earth
Holding fiber to fiber, leaf to stem, limb to trunk.

The lady weeps
Delicate heartstrings strive to endure
To make the best when love's proven false
Loving, not hating
Hoping, not despairing
Setbacks sting, burdens bite
The lady weeps,
But the lady stands.

God Himself knits her to Him
Holding spirit to Spirit, life to Love, branch to Vine.

So many marriages are in trouble these days.  Lift the spirits of a woman in such a circumstance with this poem of reassurance and expression of sympathy.

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