Your Shadow

Your Shadow
by DeeDee Roe

I slipped beneath the weeping willow
bearing hurts and dreams,
escaping from relentless sun
bright yellow wearying beams.

I lay upon the crusty Earth
my thoughts drifting with the breeze:
the busy ant, a sweet song bird
and in the dark, there’s me.

somehow Redeemed

Your shadow is a weeping willow
washing away my sin and pain.

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