I fall asleep to my petitions, and wake with praise on my lips and the sense of something turned around, as I slept. “I make all things new”, He says. Just like the sun, on a new day is the same but rises clothed afresh in a thousand different shades. Just as the sun makes … More A Poem: Pray without Ceasing
New leaves, lavender stems, buds on the climbing rose, dew on the grass, lit by the sun emerging from a sky of soft blue, as eggshell, or a newborn’s gaze. I see all this as something all of a sudden new, unveiled to eyes that had winter’s blinkers on. How long had the yellow spring … More A Poem: September
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
“Joy is not a requirement of Christian discipleship, it is a consequence.” Eugene Peterson “If you allow yourself to be the person that you are, then everything will come into rhythm… Sometimes the great famine of blessing in and around us derives from the fact that we are not living the life we love, rather … More Daily Inspiration, 28 Feb 17
Living Tree Poetry 