It’s given to me –
all the seeds of possibility.
My way, though it may appear steep,
impeded,
I see each rock as though placed,
given its reason.
And each valley,
with its climb to the top,
a route giving way
to a view –
of mountains steep,
rock scree,
shrub and bush –
a glimpse of sea.
Everything, a path through,
a way higher to heaven.
It’s given to us –
all the means for travel.
The seeds to carry,
drop, keep,
the ways to make an Eden
from a wilderness.
And each barrier
a passage around, above –
a shelter under which to rest.
Each burden
a chance to loosen our packs,
find again our rhythm,
our strength,
our balance in the shedding
and keeping.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
June 2020
Living Tree Poetry 
The most inspiring life perspectives are the simplest ones
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Aren’t they, thank you for commenting here as ever.
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Thank you, Ana ❤️❤️ We are indeed in the wilderness not only of Lent but also as we crossed the sad and disturbing threshold of 500,000 COVID deaths here in the US…
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Yes, such a somber figure, which is probably more even when one considers that some will not have been reported. Always on our hearts here in New Zealand xxx
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