The Great Willow


Rooted in the earth and reaching to the sky

Standing on solid ground with roots that reach right down to the water table below yet its branches are flying high 

open to the spirit blowing.

It is  

‘like a tree that is planted by water streams 

yielding its fruit in due season, 

and its leaves never fade.’     (Psalm 1)

Rooted like a radical sure of its ground, 

one can then be free to be flexible. 

‘Trees do bend though straight and tall

 so must we to others call.’

Trees are our friends, faithfully absorbing carbon dioxide from the atmosphere and converting it through its leaves. They know the season when it’s time to let go and fall, and when to put forth buds and sprout. 

A time to rein in and rest.  A time to reach out and grow.

Indeed ‘a time for every season under heaven.’

The willow is often linked with weeping and wailing and withering away. 

“Full many a flower is born to blush unseen 

And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

(Thomas Gray’s Elegy in a Country Churchyard)


We weep for the waste – must it be so? 

Eco-systems rapidly disappearing

So much land lost to logging 

Pesticides poisoning our planet


The principle of the Common Good immediately becomes a summons to solidarity. A preferential option for the poorest of our brothers and sisters demands before all else an appreciation of their immense dignity in the light of our deepest convictions as believers.’ 158.

Conversion calls for a number of attitudes which together foster a spirit of generous care, full of tenderness. Entailing gratitude, gratuitousness and a recognition of the world as God’s loving gift, we are called imitate his generosity and self-sacrifice with good works in universal communion.’ 220.

We are pilgrims on a journey. We are travellers on the road.

We are here to help each other, walk the mile and bear the load.