If the sun can set like this.
Shining up at us from the lee of the hills.
Waving at us with his golden hands.
If the sun can do this.
Bid farewell with such cheerful fortitude,
as though today will surely arrive again,
will just be gone for a spell
and then reborn.
If the sun can do this.
Show us how joy depends
less on keeping perhaps,
than on faith and trust.
Then we can believe
across each stretch of dark,
each chasm of the night.
Until we stumble bleary eyed
across the morning,
arriving as one rebirthed
and given the light.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
July 2021
Living Tree Poetry 