by Rita Wiebe

Created on: September 13, 2008

She sits beneath the willow
her heart filled with sorrow.
Wondering if even the Father
has forsaken her for another.

At rope's end she cries for mercy
tears roll to meet quivering lips.
With no concern for prying eyes,
to the comforter she clings.

Beneath the weeping willow
a gentle breeze blows.
Sorrow is replaced by eagerness to follow.
He loves her, that she knows.

Now the tears that flow
are not shed out of self pity,
but passion for those
who reject the Holy Trinity.

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