Arise my daughter,
that I might gild you with light
like the clouds,
anoint you with my peace.
As the peace of the bird’s flight
against the evening sky.
You say there is no time to stop
for refreshment.
How does the earth stay
so beautiful,
if not anointed with dew,
sustained by rain.
See how you have stopped
long enough
to watch the clouds turn
from white to mauve.
To see the sun descend
behind the treeline.
To remember how
once indoors
the stars will rise
above your roof,
sing you to sleep.
Arise in me and rest.
The rest which is
your continual heritage.
Just like the nature surrounding,
which on the seventh day
took a deep full breath,
is still exhaling.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
May 2022
Living Tree Poetry 
At the end of a long career of teaching, travelling, facilitating groups of all kinds and sizes in many countries, this poem calls and speaks to me in its truth and simplicity. Well put indeed!
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Aw, I am grateful for affirming my words, its such an encouragement, and I value your wisdom and discernment xx
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