A Poem: The Door

Faith is a key Fear is a lock Faith, the fabric that covers me. Fear the incessant cold. Faith, the shield fear’s arrows clear. And the one who seeks for me. Until faith then becomes the door I go in and out restored. Ana Lisa de Jong Living Tree Poetry April 17 Image courtesy of … More A Poem: The Door

A Poem: A Field

Rumi said, there is a field. Out beyond yonder somewhere. There is a place beyond right and wrong. I tell myself, when I’m held down by lead feet, to the unforgiving ground, that there’s a field. That I can roll off the weights, and find myself, unshackled. That in the end the only reason I … More A Poem: A Field