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
Tui, with your white throat, you dance on the flimsy limb, and sing a song, that keeps me still and listening. As the wind tosses the leaves against a leaden winter sky, I wonder you have a tune still that causes your lone breast to rise. I fear the cold that I can feel in … More A Poem: Tui – A Poem for Winter Solstice
Songs have breath. Music has width, and length, and breadth. Our voice has a sound still, that can lift us beyond our grief. Our fingers still, can touch the notes that bring release. For God is not dead. His love, wide and long, and deep, defies our measurement. And when loss lowers our utterances to … More A Poem: Song
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
Living Tree Poetry 