The good news
is the momentum we are in,
already spinning,
moving in the grips of Grace’s gravity.
We are afraid we are not pushing ourselves,
or finding solidity of place,
a space of our own.
We are afraid of the possibilities.
And yet our momentum
is the gift which saves.
That tomorrow will not look like today,
is the hope which keeps us going.
While we are looking for answers,
they are storing themselves up
around corners,
that we might move right into them,
their open arms.
It is in our very movement
that our security is found.
Our provisions that cannot be stored
and only consumed,
remind us how the pilgrim in us is equipped,
is already prepped for answers,
open to blessing.
Our tight bound fists in fear
are like the frost that delays the spring bud
from opening.
Trust in our momentum,
in circumstances changing
like the rolling seasons,
the faith in action
which always brings results.
Love wins.
Simple as that,
like Grace’s gravity,
our net in the solar winds.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
April 2023
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