Grace has a secret for you.
She has everything packaged,
stored.
As in her private garden
she leads us, dancing muse,
to where she holds us captive
by the way she’s corralled the sky,
drawn the sea.
Grace has an assurance.
She has everything catered,
invested.
In her loose raiment,
hair lit by the sun,
she is the treasure
we hadn’t dared to pray,
the hope we couldn’t believe.
And though we cannot see the end,
or the wind,
she is the feeling of the breeze,
the promise of a harvest stored,
planted, nurtured.
Our redeeming seeds,
our future drawdowns
secured,
no matter the state of the earth
or our soul’s need,
Grace has her secrets.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
October 2020
Living Tree Poetry 