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
A Poem: Pilgrimage
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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