Your presence abides.
Like the rock
off which the water runs.
Your presence sits
as the birds flock near,
undisturbed.
Your presence lies surrendered
and therein finds its strength,
in undoing.
We ask questions
flung into the night,
dark –
asking,
which star to draw down
has the answer written?
But you sit
abiding,
a rock in the river running.
Your presence beckoning,
saying – ‘here,
leave your health,
leave your fears,
your poverty and need,
the sorrows
that threaten to overspill –
watch them fall, run away
with the river’s tumultuous flow –
watch only what is left here
standing –
the presence under all.’
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
June 2020
Thank you Ana, for revealing the divine with such lyrical beauty ❤
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Leave it all here… words Denise and I both need as the demands of church and life overwhelm… thank you for your words of hope and promise ❤️❤️
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So very hard in these days of Covid surge to leave the fears for health behind … often only one day and then another nothing more.
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