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 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 …
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