Death and life, I think we choose each day.
That defeat is not so much an enemy
as a parent, a friend endorsing us to raise our heads,
opening the curtains by our beds
speaking of newness.
And life? Sometimes it fully unravels by night time
and the only thing to stop us tossing
and despairing in our sleep,
or our attempts at it,
is the promise of the light returning.
And death? Death is often that moment
in the water we’ve outswam our endurance
and begun to sink,
until our bursting lungs find relief from a lifeline tossed,
a re-emergence on the surface.
And whoever saw a shoreline so very beautiful
as those who thought they wouldn’t again
feel sand underfoot or receive
the welcome of a lightening dawn,
or turn over a new leaf
in spring.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
December 2020
Thank you dear Ana for sharing this. It went straight to my own heart as I wrestle with darkness during this season 💜
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Thank you dear Michael, if not light now, then I wish you an assurance of the coming of the light. An ever lightening of the horizon until it is broad day again.
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Thank you so much ♥️♥️
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