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 Ah, when the heart is too deeply grieved sometimes the light is too bright a thing. The hurt animal seeks a dark habitat to hide. Perhaps…
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…
By Ana Lisa de Jong — Christmas is for a moment the veil lifted, the light of Christ appearing through the mist. The bright glow of a candle briefly lit,…
