Ah, God
that you come settle upon us
as the rain from heaven.
That we can turn up our face
and feel your breath,
a benediction upon our skin.
Although soft as a whisper,
still all encompassing,
as the mist of the morning arriving to kiss the earth.
Ah, God
that in silence you stretch out with us,
as dawn sending its brilliant fingers of colour
across the sky’s canvas.
That we wake up with you, walk out with you,
and carry you as the breath
with which we caress our neighbour’s cheeks,
and as the sun and the wind,
the rain, which moistens the earth,
softening it with grace.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
July 2021
Photo: Totara Valley, Martin Stewart
Website: Glimpses
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