Under the Willow

I’m sitting at a picnic table, under a willow tree, at park near my house.

God is in the wilderness.

I hear at least five different kinds of birds singing this morning.

God is in the wilderness.

To my right, I see a field of wishful dandelions,waiting to be plucked.

God is in the wilderness.

I see ants, ladybugs, and other little friends slowly crawling on the table, on my jacket, they don’t bother me.

God is in the wilderness.

I see the leaves on the trees rustle in the breeze.

God is in the wilderness.

I see birds take flight from the comfort of the trees.

God is in the wilderness.

I see the dark green grass that has regained its color after the winter season.

God is in the wilderness.

I know the calm water of the pond is within meters.

God is in the wilderness.

I think this is my favorite spot because it reminds me that God is in my own wilderness, too.

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2 thoughts on “Under the Willow

  1. Dear Sydney – what a beautiful poem for a Spring day! And a reminder that God is here for each of us in the wilderness! And His presence is personal!
    Love you,
    Sandy๐ŸŒท๐Ÿฆ†๐ŸŒผ๐Ÿธ๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿ‡โ˜”๏ธ๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ˜

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