Living Tree Poetry

It is as it is.

Say it with me –

it is as it is.

And that is the secret truth
that is so wonderful.

That it is this.

This treasure in the ordinary.

The treasure shining
which-ever way we look.

Sometimes in tears on lids,

or in the smile of the eyes
in someone

reflecting back to us
our worth.

Or entirely our own

presence,
undisturbed,

comforting us
with its forbearance.

Yes, it is as it is.

This silent moment
that isn’t so quiet.

This wraparound air,
the layers of future, past and present,

all converging
in their pivoting, spinning conjunction

of grace.

This grace in which we standing
here like diamonds,

are loved.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
March 2021