A Poem: Loose

Did this garden ask anything of me?

Planted it only sought the light
and nourishment of life.

It only inclined towards the North
to where the sun burned warmest.

Without my taming solicitous hand
it grows and thrives.

And I stand blessed to watch,
and I stand small here, underneath.

Does life ask anything of us?

That planted, we don’t already know
how to do.

This being, doesn’t take any
immerging talent.

We incline towards growth
as a natural, inevitable occurrence.

So watch the tamers, and the solicitous,
and let God’s world illustrate

as it always has,
what life looks like,

when let loose
to grow.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
March 2019


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