You show us how to recommit
each morning the sun rises.
We see how its rays
chase the shadows of the night
until they’ve backed down.
Retreated into the depths of the foliage.
You show us how to recommit
each morning the dawn crests.
How the blue reminds us that
dark is not the default.
That day is never far away
and somewhere on this round earth there’s always light.
You show us how to recommit
in the way our hearts soften.
How love becomes a healing expansive beam,
to claim the space where
the dark had lingered,
until gracious love caused it to flee.
And you show us how to recommit
in the way you do not leave.
Though the shadows appear to shield us from your presence,
we feel it like a hand reaching under the covers,
until our defences crack
at the gentleness of your touch.
You show us how to recommit
each morning the sun rises.
How darkness has no hope against the light of day,
and absence is revealed for the illusion it is.
As we see clearly now
all that the dark tried to hide.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
October 2018
Hold tight the beautiful moments of love,
this is the ultimate truth in the world,
rest all is a lie.
~ Fyodor Dostoevsky
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