Burn off, burn off
like the coming of the light.
Leave yesterday in a blaze of leaves.
Pile of ashes.
Today is always a revolutionary turn
to the east.
To watch how the sun brings
every dark corner to light.
Each day naked as Adam and Eve
we walk in the garden astonished.
That we are given another day
is always amazing.
We, children fresh from bed
whose mother has tenderly clothed us.
Souls, whose sun has dawned
to speak of resurrection.
That each leaf lit by a flame
becomes less a
a singular feature,
than a living body, glowing.
We are fused back into the vine.
As parishioners gathering
at an altar,
receiving their daily grace.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
December 2020
Living Tree Poetry 