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