by Ana Lisa de Jong, Love in the branch, the rising anchored trunk, the leaves, blossoms, seed pods. The wind spreading the gift. New roots from old. The birds, the bees,…
poem and photo by Ana Lisa de Jong, For love God has formed us. For love, God like a ring of engagement placed upon our fingers, has made us, glorious,…
by Ana Lisa de Jong Maranatha, enough. Come Lord Jesus, come. I am too aware of what it is we should feel at this time of Christmas dawning. But at most…
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