Living Tree Poetry

My right on one side and yours on the other.
And God walks down the middle
carrying sheaves.

My right is on one side and yours so far
I cannot contemplate it
without seeming to give up my view.

But God walks down the middle
the author of the Word,
shedding seeds as grain yet to grow.

My right is here and yours so wrong appearing
that I wonder if our saviour
is the same?

Does God look different on your side
as to mine,
or is it that we see the face we seek?

But God strides down the middle
smiling to himself,
as he walks bidding us to follow.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
May 2019