Tears,
running sap
from the tree’s trunk,
poured milk
from the heart’s overflow.
Sweat, for the reach of our arms
beyond their stretch.
A wet stream followed
to the soul’s interior,
eyes cleansed
to perceive its depths.
The wound’s seeping
to aid in its healing,
rain falling to soak
a parched, shriveled earth.
Did we know, in our griefs,
how the healing of the nations
would depend on tears,
and our willingness
to pour ourselves out,
stripped,
and bleeding.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
April 2020
A Poem: Anointing
Living Tree Poetry 
The healing of nations would depend on our tears and our willingness to pour ourselves out..
Beautiful words.
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Really grateful, thank you.
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Oh, this is so apt for the times we are all living through. It reminds me of the passage in Revelation where the leaves of the tree of life are for the healing of the nations. Great poem! xo 😊💜
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Yes, I think, even we don’t realise it we are inspired by the Word at every turn in our writing aren’t we xx
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