Write Right March 2018

I am the willow.
I was moved to cry
at the beginning of time
and have never stopped.
When the fruit was first bitten,

I was close by.
The first animal slain,
the first human tears shed.
My own tears fed the rivers
As the fiery sword barred
the entrance to where
even dust had become life.
None of the other trees wept,
so I was the only tree
Permitted to grow outside Paradise.
I am Earth’s Tree of Life
Until Heaven is realized.
My drooping branches bear the weight of
witnessing the death of the first spirits
and call people to ask
where to find Life.
–Joanne Shennan (2018)

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