You are near as an answer to thought.
You, who have heard me before I speak,
or before I’ve wrestled even to form
a concrete need to express.
You are there,
all knowing, and I am all known.
Before I can draw sense
from feeling.
That it does not matter
if I lack understanding.
Prayer is a door to you
and the Spirit, whose role
is not least to comfort.
Perhaps of more import
than the passing on of
knowledge,
is the light we’re held in,
a crescent of the whole
but a moon to see by.
A kiss on the cheek,
a lullaby.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
November 2020
Living Tree Poetry 