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Crystal’s Tree

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.

"Crystal's Tree"  has been on my mind for weeks. I saw a quote on the net about children who live with adult responsibility and fight with everything they have to manage it with their inadequate resources. It was a touching quote.

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SUNDRIP – Art for Life is a site that expresses in every media possible an intimate look into the life of a person living with major trauma. The issues addressed in art and writing include Dissociative Identity Disorder, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Lupus and CRSD. Despite these issues, I intend to move forward, through and out with honor, grace and creativity.

3 thoughts on “Crystal’s Tree

  1. a woman on earth


    "He will come."
    He has. He does. He is. He will. Amen.
    Thank you for sharing this.
    Take care.

  2. a woman on earth

    "Or hold herself under weight never meant for her."

    Is this why Mother Nature/GOD prunes us? So we aren't forced to keep carrying what is kNOT ours?!

    I was in Kentucky in the middle of that devastating ice storm...hiking all over the place in the Dead of Winter....the Deep Stillness of the woods miXed with tree limbs snapin', cracklin', poppin'....whole huge trees falling/collapsing... thundering to the ground under the weight of all that heavy ice. Often I found myself pondering about how necessary -- and yes, GOD-AWE-FULL PAINFULL! -- the reality/the eXperience of "pruning" IS in LIFE...

    Your beautiful painting reminds me that I, you, & others made it through another season....another Winter...that Spring has sprung...and always will!

    You and what you co-create and offer are such a blessing in this world. thank you. take care.


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