Weeping Willow’s Song

Cheryl enjoys writing poetry related to her personal faith in Christ and the things she had observed in life.

Poetry

Willow sighed as her branches cut 39 lashes into his flesh

And trembled when blood ran from His crown of thorns

As His hands and feet were being nailed to the cross

She bent ever so slightly and began to mourn

When He cried "It is finished" and gave up His life

The tree fell forward because of His suffering and pain

Willow will continue to bow low and weep

Until the day He returns to the earth again

© 2019 Cheryl E Preston

Comments

Lora Hollings on September 25, 2019:

A very sad but beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing.

Cheryl E Preston (author) from Roanoke on September 25, 2019:

Thanks so much

Lorna Lamon on September 25, 2019:

A powerful poem Cheryl which I pictured so vividly.

Cheryl E Preston (author) from Roanoke on September 24, 2019:

It’s from a legend I heard

Tori Leumas on September 24, 2019:

This is an interesting take on the willow tree.