Living Tree Poetry

God,
your name is on my tongue.

Not as an entreaty,
or as a question.

Nor as an explanation
for all that I believe.

But as a simple breath.
An exhalation of relief.

A name,
like a lover might repeat,

over and over,
to remind himself

of  the one with whom
he lies replete.

God,
your name I hear everywhere.

Not as a statement,
or even a call to prayer.

But as the wind,
moving through the trees

or as the ocean swayed
by the pull of the moon.

And as the voice that speaks,
in and through everything.

Yes, he who does not tremble
or respond

to the name alighting on his
tongue,

has not heard
has not heard you in anything.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
February 2019
“He looked into her eyes and said “When everything falls apart, and the day my soul refuses to move any further, I’ll come back home. A home that fills me with courage and love. My home neither has doors and nor windows, All it has is walls. The walls that beat every second. And it has a pair of eyes too. Through which I can see this world more beautifully than I ever did” -Akshay Vasu