Poem December 4, 1989 Issue

A willow by the watercourse

(See Isa. 44:4)

Jane Partis McCarty

I remember the sapling we planted—
So slender, fragile and small.
I remember the sight ten years after—
It was solid, grand, and serene.
The water which nourished and fed it
Was not far under the ground
Because of the river nearby.

Once spiritual sense within me
Seemed faint, but insistent and pure.
It grew as my thought became rooted
In Spirit, the source of all good.
As willows adjacent to water,
So thought-tendrils stretching to God,
Cause us to spring up in the truth.

Jane Partis McCarty

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