WILLOW TREES
I yearn for the same air you breath
O darling willow tree
in this dusty town i grieve
that i can never see
your graceful arms above the lakes
nor your golden yellow leaves
thIS lonely town has only dusty trees.
here the leafless bye ways
a thousand windows show
each reflect the light of days
but nowhere trees can grow.
forced lines like weary soldiers
stand by the ancient walls
picket green and dusty
golden willows call.
what is it willow tree
that makes me love you so?
is it the rhthmn of your leaves
as I pass and go?
or is it that you were created
by One so dear to me
the One who made you live your life
whose inner life I see
I crave your beauty
but more than that I know
your heavenly grace calls to me
for heaven is where i go
each and every morning
through the dusty city street
to meet my One true love
in sacred bread I meet.
Amen L. Ivison 2026 copyright.
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