Living Tree Poetry

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

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