There Is No Weeping

[A Poem]

There Is No Weeping

Under the Willow tree, there is no weeping
On this mountain, there is only leaping

Here, the lion eats straw like the ox
Here, peace is unmoved like a rock

Here, the Cypress grows strong and tall
Here, every being knows the God of All

Under the two trees, there is no division
Growing together, they have one vision

Tree of Strife is grafted into the Tree of Life
Above the river, down flows their light

The King of Kings is seated at its base
He pulled the ultimate turnaround,
He sent in his Ace!

To his right, under the mirror grafted trees
Stands his son, the Man-God King!

He gave his shining light
to make us just as bright
We are co-heirs with Christ,
A royal priesthood to his delight

A sacred treasure in our Father's eye
It's by his love that we no longer die

It's by his means that freedom now rings
Thus, we open our mouths and begin to sing

Under the Willow tree, there is no weeping
On this holy mountain, there is only singing

- Kelsey Heirloom

An older poem of mine that I originally posted elsewhere about Jesus (like most of my poems are).