They are not heavy, the seasons of change, which pass like the passing weather. We can sit outside and watch the night turn to light, the clouds give way to emerging day, to remember this. On a morning that the rain fell and the sun shone her face in the space of one small hour. … More A Poem: Not Heavy
If we are all shadows on this earth. If we pass away in a breath, and dissolve like water at the end of our life’s breadth, but for our spirits… If we are all shadows, then what do we build, that has any worth? What do we make that we can keep? What has eternal … More A Poem: Incomplete II
What do you want me to do with this morning God? That shines through the blinds that shines through my shuttered heart What do I do with a sun that still rises? On us, whose joy wavers as a candle in the wind, on those, whose joy has for a moment, been snuffed out. What … More A Poem: Dark
I had hung up my harp but my God still demands a song. How can I draw a note I asked my heart within grown cold. I have weighed justice and mercy until mercy has hardly registered, and bitterness become a weight that kept me counting my losses. But we are asked to hold all … More A Poem: Heart Song
I will climb to you by a ladder made from the days I’ve put behind me and those I’m yet to live When the sun is hard to find I will then add a rung and it will lead me higher still to seek its dawning light. I can climb to you. Although you’re never … More A Poem: A Ladder
These three remain – Faith, Hope and Love. Let’s teach our children, not of things which they must strive to obtain. For one day they might find such things to be built on sand. To be made of such stuff that dissolves in their hands; when they cling too hard, or too firmly depend. Instead … More A Poem: These Three Remain
Except a grain of wheat fall, catch the current of the wind, and lose all sense of direction, to rest in a place unbidden and foreign, it remains a single grain. Yet, unbridled or contained, and at the mercy of God’s faithfulness, it bears the seed for the new season’s harvest. It becomes new bread. … More A Poem: Except a Grain of Wheat
We sing. We open our mouths before dawn breaks, because our hope seeds in the dark. And we believe, before we see, the dawn that breaks through leaves and gilds them gold. We arise in our hearts, and so our voice declares the light before it arrives. Ana Lisa de Jong May 2017 … More A Poem: We Sing
“The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new.” Socrates “God of goodness, you enable us to rely on the faith of Abraham and of all the believers who have gone before us. May your love give us the courage to leave our … More Daily Inspiration, 3 Apr 17
The Builder I am building a house. One without walls to let the sunlight in. One without rooms, so we can reach out and hold each other’s hands. And my house, it may not even have a roof. So that we might see the whole expanse of what’s above, and around. And for the … More Daily Inspiration, 23 Mar 17
Living Tree Poetry 