This is a spirit writing, received for the people, all people, who have, and will, and/or, catastrophic disasters
“Weeping Willows”
As a willow weeps it’s unrecognized beauty - the sky, falls ominous, and gray.
As the fierce winds exploded through our towns - waging a war upon us…
We stood… Perfectly, Minuscule.
As the chemical laced clouds,
weeped their toxic waters, across the land -
Animals abroad, kneeled.
We stood… Unaware.
When tornadic energy,
annihilated humankind’s litter -
Trees, landslides, and rivers -
waltzed, in wrath.
We stood… in Shock.
When the dance between Nature and humankind subsided -
Dead silence pierced the air, for hundreds of miles.
We stood… Alone.
For those who remained,
to experience the aftermath, and God -
We stood… in Awe.
When the first voice we heard,
echoing through the ruins, was…
“Are you OK?
We stood… in Love.
Such as it is - when willows weep…
We stand… Strong.
It is when we stand…
Perfectly minuscule -
Unaware -
Alone -
in shock, and awe -
that ‘We’ weep the willows of our own unrecognized beauty… which is, Love.