The Silver Willow Tree

The Silver Willow Tree

when my soul is in pain and tears fall like rain
like a willow tree i bend but i don’t break ….
yet heaviness of strife causes my heart to ache
and darkness descends like an old familiar friend
i crawl back into the shadows to heal my ills
& within my mind’s eye a sliver of light appears
and a voice from without finds my inner ears …

… in silence it invades my space covers my face
opening up avenues of escape it reshapes …
a waning imagination creating new formations
releasing hope from within it becomes my friend
lifts the willow tree burden from the heavy rain
& the voice from without joins the one from within
reaches up to the heaven they begin to sang

… be ye not afraid of the heavy rain nor the pain
that it brings giving life to all dormant things …

 

 Linda Jones Malonson

4/16/2013

Dedicated to Magdalena Biela

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