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Angel Feathers #1092865 added July 5, 2025 at 11:59am Restrictions: None
Willow Dreams
The heart is a willow tree: it lives, breathes, thrives,
Planted by flowing waters of crystal clear truth.
Growing strong in knowledge, trust, faith,
Enlivened by God our Father, who cares for everyone.
When I sleep, I dream I’m sitting under the willow tree,
Counting blessings floating downstream.
I stand up, chasing what I’ve suddenly realized is escaping me
Running along the slippery mud riverbank
Away from the willow, so green and alive.
Frantic, I plunge in where the water seems shallow,
Grabbing ahold of treasures sinking fast.
The truth of the matter almost drowns me:
Blessings are meant to be appreciated, not clung to.
A being in white throws me a lifeline, hauls me ashore,
Walks me back to that thriving willow tree,
Where I once more collapse, relaxing under its dappled shade.
With my feet in the water of crystal clear truth,
I contemplate life’s blessings, awakening to sunrise with newfound wisdom.
18 lines, 154 words.
Written for "Poetry Topic of the Month Contest" 
Prompt: “sitting under a willow tree.”
Inspired by Psalm 1. 
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