A Poem: No Word

No word is wasted.
The prayers spoken,
the heart’s unwinding,
nothing is said in vain,
though the answers seem lacking.

No word is without a hearing,
no voice without an inclined ear,
receiving its pourings,
its truths and its delusions,
its fears and pleas.

No word is without a considered response,
though we mightn’t know it
the whole universe is tasked
with orchestrating what is good for us,
that we might have life to choose at each crossroad.

No word is lost.
No word that lives for a moment
without its angels to carry it,
to proffer it forward
as a message of great import.

No word less than
that it can’t be preserved,
forever before God,
an open case,
until its established,

or has fulfilled its purpose.
Or had its questions answered,
or needs received,
and housed in residence
as welcome guests.

Until the meaning for their
or their presence, answers itself.
No word comes back empty,
as each one counts.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
February 2019

‘Because he bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath!’
Psalm 116:2

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