The Tree of Life
Mother Earth – Caitlin Connolly | A Mother Here Art and Poetry Contest
When Jesus was sorrowful,
and very heavy,
He cried, Mommy.
She came unto Him
from heaven,
strengthening Him.
Even after they parted,
She tarried with Him,
and watched;
His friends could not
stay awake one hour.
When Jesus was on the cross,
His Father might have been
in the farthest reaches of heaven,
for sorrow, and solace.
His Mother might have been
right there, the Tree of Life,
branches holding Him–
a weeping willow.
Profoundly beautiful. New favorite.
Thank you, dear Rachel.
I am memorizing this. Thank you!
You are welcome, dear Mary!
Beautiful. I think both mothers stayed near . . .
Thank you. And me too. So near.
I’m not easily impssered but you’ve done it with that posting.
Oh beauty. So glad you exist to add your words and perspective.
Thank you, Chris! Sincerely.
I adore this, Rachel. Thank you so much.
Thank you. And, you are welcome!
Rachel, the poem plus the painting is perfection. Absolutely love this.
Thank you, Caroline!