Under the willow
A mother weeps
As she buries her child
Beneath her feet.
The Queen of Heaven
Stands at her side
As she wipes
The tears from her eyes.
The shoots of the willow
The mother ties.
With a wish in her heart
She pleads to the tree
For the release of her grief.
An enchanted tree
The willow weeps
Its limbs hang low
With the heavy leaves.
The shoots whip when the winds blow.
As the priest and priestess pray
For ills to fade away.
As the poet lays to sleep
Beneath the willow the dreams do grow
As the words of the poem start to flow.
The magical tree the willow heals
Those who weep.
And eases the pain
From their tormented sleep.
To bring serenity to the sea of tears
To bring harmony within the earthly sphere.
With the sway of the willow shoots
The mother releases her fears.
Beneath the moon
The willow grows
In love the tree bows it head
To the souls of the dead.
With its arms it embraces
The mother who stands beneath the tree.
And cloaks the poet who lay to dream.
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Several weeks ago when I was meditating the Blessed Mother came to me. She took my hand and we buried a seed and from that seed grew a big, beautiful willow tree. The limbs so heavy were laden down with the gifts it brings to me. Each day and night I thank Mary and the Lord for this beautiful image now permanently etched in my mind and heart. Several days ago, I was googling the spiritual meaning of the willow and I had to read more on the origins of the Mary. After reading several sites I sat in silence and the poem flowed. I dedicate this poem to all the mothers around the world who have stood beneath the willow tree. For it is said there is magic and healing powers within the willow tree and for thousands of years Mothers around the world have stood beneath the tree in grief…And so the willow weeps…And so the willow heals.
God Is I Am 