A Poem: Waiting for the Birds

I can sit like a stone thing.Neutral, still,against which the wind moves. Can wait until everything openingappears underfoot,or through the bows of outspread branches. Or I can walk,not quite expectant,but ready anyway. And not trying too hard to discern directions.But seeing what comesof corners and thresholds. Yes, I can walk like a figure moving,beckoned forwardby … More A Poem: Waiting for the Birds

A Poem: Colours

God is the one in us who rises upin the morning,taking shape, and moves. And like the morning mistdisperses,turning colourdepending how the sun hits. Taking on a hue of gold,or the rich red russetof leaves. Or God is a tree, or the trees herestanding like beaconsall aflame, and we are the mistlit by the sun,and … More A Poem: Colours

A Poem: Absence

Darkness is simply an absence of light.Everything is still here. The bed with its hard cornerto be felt around.The soft chair that takes all our weight. The lounge and the kitchen,the switch of the kettle.The warmth of cup in hand. Darkness is a blanket,filled sometimes with false premonitionsand fears that need darkness to survive. But … More A Poem: Absence

A Poem: Lingering

When I am in the garden pulling weeds,green shoots of grass that keep setting their seeds in the garden bed, my life finds me. When I am in the kitchen cooking,or at the table, where puzzle pieces laid out by childrentalk to me with their varied colours,pink, blue and green, my life finds me. When … More A Poem: Lingering

A Poem: Seeds

Can we truly save anyone? We might only lose ourselvesin the trying. Any saving that asks for the sheddingof ourselves – in small piecesto shore up another – is not salvation, so muchas a sad slow fading of light at the day’s conclusion. Whereas love, love given, sometimes in no measurable meansother than the ache … More A Poem: Seeds

Poetry – A Quartet

By Ana Lisa de Jong Ah poetry, that anyone takes you seriously. Or presumes to understand. That you are completely rightand utterly wrong in the one breath, makes you so human and divine,both. And that is what we love about you,that you can’t be tamed. That everything that needs to be spelled out,is not poetry. … More Poetry – A Quartet

A Poem: Steps

We think that it is all on our own. Each step we take,another path to choose.Each left or right, a second guess,a trepidatious move. Such that we feel the groundfor solidity,test the air waves for scent of danger,move as though under water. Slow, that our weight is pressedagainst the flow.Feeling as though we have to … More A Poem: Steps

A Poem: Inhabitation

God inhabits all his creation,that he is our mother, father, sister, brother.That in him we are birthed, tended,nurtured, surrounded by the rushof familial love. And in him are raised.Mothered, as the pup with eyes closed,knowing the weight of a warm flank,tongue and breath upon our wet coat,the teat for drawing nourishment. And fathered in the … More A Poem: Inhabitation

A Poem: Starlight

Who can decideon what is lost?When we sanctify itin the memoryit is a part of us. As the stars that do not diebut instead hang in the sky,as more than remembranceand a light in the dark – but as a clear andshining testamentto love. Who can decide thenon what is gone, or knowwhat is etched … More A Poem: Starlight