by Ana Lisa de Jong The heart has its tributaries, rivers deep, carved through stony ground. And the heart has its flowering branches, blazes of sudden colour at the intersect,…
by Ana Lisa de Jong In the great silence the flowers seeded and grew, the rain fell, the land took a breath, exhaled. The sun turned on its wheel heedless…
A Prayer Prayer is our armour, peace a shield, Your presence is a guard against the night. Great Mother, we drink from your breast. Great Father, we fall into your…
by Ana Lisa de Jong And God came down, said he would appear when we least expected. And God came here, slipping in behind a door left open. Appearing like…
by Ana Lisa de Jong IN We are all in. God has called us home, from the fields, the hunting grounds. Each fishing boat moored, each gatherer returned with baskets…
By Ana Lisa de Jong — We are stories within a story. Narratives within the larger Word. Even while we question meaning or reason, we have comfort in knowing how…
