Can we truly save anyone?
We might only lose ourselves
in the trying.
Any saving that asks for the shedding
of ourselves –
in small pieces
to shore up another –
is not salvation, so much
as a sad slow fading of light
at the day’s conclusion.
Whereas love, love given,
sometimes in no measurable means
other than the ache
of grief and longing,
or prayerful intent,
or a posture of compassion –
this love is like a seed,
that even when we’ve turned around,
is working quietly
underground,
watered by the heavens.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
May 2021
There is so much depth and power in your writing.
Thank you for sharing this with us, it was a great read.
Wishing you all the very best in your future writings!!
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Thank you for your kindness 🙂
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