What does it mean to say Yes?
Part of me is afraid
that Yes is a leap,
a large wide open ‘Y’,
a stretch of muscle and limb,
a reach in each direction –
that Yes looks more like a
a fall, a deep wide open abyss.
But, what does it mean to say Yes?
Perhaps God is reflected in
the way I’ve watched,
from winter to spring,
the self-seeded bulbs
warming in the earth,
sending their green spheres up
as though testing the temperature
before endeavouring forth.
And perhaps Yes starts to look
like a river’s passage,
where white water is less
of a choice than a ride
carrying us on its wave,
with nary a backwards look,
like the flowers taking shape
on the tip of a shoot,
still tight,
warming up.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
September 2020
‘And Mary said, “Behold, I am the servant of the Lord;
let it be to me according to your word.”’
~ Luke 1:38
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