In the end,
it is the sun rising
which is the important thing.
Though we might lie on our beds
too weary to move,
it is never fully up to us
to keep the world turning.
Turn it will,
whether we race the clock
or stumble up behind.
We each will have our fresh days
when we are ahead of the dawn,
and our days when we would roll
over until nightfall.
In the end
the sun speaks for us,
rises for us,
moves like an athlete
through the heavens.
Turns the hands of our watches.
Puts us to bed.
Holds no grudges
if today we can’t come out to play.
But will rise again tomorrow,
not even remembering
our no-shows.
That we might fall
into sleep now
believing in clean slates,
and new beginnings.
Hardly remembering ourselves
our false starts,
our long days of healing.
Just like the way spring
so often feels like
the first spring arriving.
The original Eden
of naked introductions,
chrysalis beginnings.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
May 2022
Living Tree Poetry 
Hi dear, couldnt log in this morning for some reason. Here is my comment: “I have read it three times in this early morning and every word resonates deeply. You are present, so deeply present, to what is, in all its beautiful mystery”
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Thank you, its because we notice and need the same presence that we understand one another, thank you for reading xx
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Living in facilities moving from kne to another long days & nights restllessness watching the clocks waiting for healing believing in clean slates new beginnings the sun risingis the most important.
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Yes, we must always have hope, I appreciate your reflections here, thank you x
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