Weeping beneath the willow

Beneath her blanketed love I sit in deep contemplation,
seeing myself as I really am-
the insecure, bruised and battered soul-
I sit in wonder, relishing in her pure love.

If only she could teach me to love as she does,
to accept the souls in my life
regardless of their blemishes
no judgement.

What a gift it is to have someone sit at your side,
to allow them to weep beneath your willow arms
and laugh with you at life's silly ways.

Forgive me humanity, I am weak and futile.
I hurt and I burn with anger
at all that life has thrown my way,
yet still, there is always hope.

Still the summer breeze calms my soul,
softly the sun still kisses away my broken tears
and the birds sing away the pain in my soul
making me believe in a thing called love.

Sweet willow
let me weep once more beneath your boughs
let me dance once more in your shaded smile
and paint away the clouds, replace them with sunshine.

Let me make right all my past wrongs.
Let me sing this one last song,
the song of forgiveness
and a joyful heart.

Weeping Willow
No longer shall I weep.