Crystal's Tree

She’s not yet learned to bend with grace or extend her arms in confidence.
She has yet to learn how to withstand heavy winds
Or hold herself under weight never meant for her.
Wobbly and uncertain she sways in the grass growing lovely.
Tall and slender she blends perfectly with tender blooms.
Around her together every form of life hangs on her soft whisper,
He will come.
He will lift my burden.
Every sparrow, every cloud above knows He will.

Art and words by F. Magdalene Austin