Dearest and Beloved,

Is the language of Your Spirit like the language of the wind?

A willow tree, planted by the banks of a river,

is nourished by the constant watering of its roots.

While firmly grounded in its being,

Its branches sway unhesitatingly

to the slightest whisper of the wind.

It cannot resist responding

to the quietest murmur of a gentle breeze.

May I learn the lesson of the willow

by being firmly planted and nourished

by the streams of Living Water,

yet ever so sensitive to the movement

of your Spirit through my soul.