April 7, 2023

My Journey to God

The Magdalen Tree

There’s a willow tree
that waits for me each year.

Still shivering from
its cold Lent.
It wears a thin garment
of green-gold leaves
and grieves in silence
until I lend my voice.

Bending, Lord, before you,
weeping at your feet,
I am the Magdalen of trees,
shaking out my hair,
making my prayer,
RABBONI.
Now soft winds, like hands,
lift my branches
and the sap within me
runs with praise.

Greetings, Risen One.
You call me back to life.
Your tree obeys.

By Sandra Behringer
 

(Sandra Behringer is a member of St. Luke the Evangelist Parish in Indianapolis.) †

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