In the great silence
the flowers seeded and grew,
the rain fell, the land took a breath,
exhaled.
The sun turned on its wheel
heedless to the forecast doom.
In the great silence
the leaves folded, took their queue
and detached from the branch,
to become the first fruit
of a fallen carpet,
destined for mulch.
In the great silence, north and south,
the seasons changed,
exchanged batons.
The earth on its axis, followed a path
long trodden,
defined by millennia past.
And in the great silence
the people burrowed in,
appeared on occasion for air,
and breathed secure for knowing the earth
carried on its resolve,
resolute in purpose.
And in the great silence
the planet rested,
the people rethought their focus
and slowed,
unfolded from the weight of lament and fear,
and returned as a world newly formed.
And in the great silence
the people rebuilt their altars,
with the memory of the lost
freshly engraved.
And with the lessons of the earth
and their treasures preserved
the people conceived of a new way.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
March 2020
Living Tree Poetry 
So beautiful Ana . like a soft song in a forest
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Thank you so very very much my friend.
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Such a melodic poem, full of feeling yet very gently expressed, falling on our eyes soft as angel’s hair, fresh as Holy Spirit breath. Thank you, Ana Lisa, for the hidden hope your words contain while we live through these oh so challenging days. Bless you, dear friend! xo 💜
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Yes, we must dig for hope sometimes, I find poetry helps. There is always something to mine for, and then polish into words to bring encouragement and hope. Blessings to you at this time also my friend xx
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A perfect way to describe this time we are experiencing.
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Yes, thank you so much Maren, written a few months ago now xx
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