Song for The Weary
written by: Julie Pratt
Like trees, shed your leaves,
let gravity do the work.
Release what you cannot change,
make peace with the moment.
Let gravity do the work,
rest in nature’s capable hands.
Make peace with the moment,
lift your face to the rain.
Rest in nature’s capable hands,
feel the thunder,
lift your face to the rain,
smell the pungent ground.
Feel the thunder,
trust that clouds always part.
Smell the pungent ground,
let your roots grow deeper.
Trust that clouds always part,
seasons change, monarchies fall.
Let your roots grow deeper,
your limbs grow stronger.
Seasons change, monarchies fall.
Make peace with the moment
as your limbs grow stronger,
ready to sprout new leaves.
Julie Pratt lives in Charleston, West Virginia, where she worked for many years as a writer and facilitator for nonprofit organizations. The author of several award-winning poems, her poetry has appeared in Mobius, ONE ART, Passager, Persimmon Tree and other venues. She published her first chapbook, The Nature of Kin, in 2024. Julie grew up in Wisconsin, where she earned a master's degree in social work from UW-Madison. Later in life, she received an MFA in creative writing from the University of Southern Maine. Her writing is inspired by nature and by people who are working to change themselves and the world for the better.
Latest posts by Julie Pratt (see all)
- Song for The Weary - March 31, 2025
- Legacy - September 1, 2024
- The Gift - May 5, 2024
