Friday, June 3, 2011
Willow weep for me, willow weep for me,
bend your branches green along the stream that runs to sea,
Listen to my plea, listen willow, and weep for me.
Weeping willow tree, weep in sympathy,
bend your branches down along the ground and cover me,
when the shadows fall, bend oh willow
and weep for me.
Every year I post weeping willow trees. And I like to post the words of this song along with them, it is one of my favorite ballads. This year the weeping cherry trees were beautiful, so I decided to post these. The weeping cherry trees are so graceful and beautiful, yet have a very sad history. They are native to Japan, where they are held in very high esteem. During world War ll, their blossoms were used to motivate the Japanese people. Japanese pilots would paint them on the sides of their planes before going on a suicide mission, and sometimes even take the branches with them. They symbolized the fleeting intensity of life. The falling cherry petals came to represent the sacrifice of the Japanese youth to honor the emperor. There is one who wept not just for the soldiers, but for each and every one of us. Ask the willows, they will tell you.
" And being in anguish, he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground." Luke 22:44
"By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down and wept, when we remembered Zion. Upon the willows in the midst of it we hung our harps." Psalm 137