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Pray without Ceasing

by | Oct 14, 2017 | Poems, Prayer

I fall asleep to my petitions,
and wake with praise on my lips
and the sense 
of something turned around,
as I slept.

“I make all things new”, He says.
Just like the sun,
on a new day is the same
but rises clothed afresh
in a thousand different shades.

Just as the sun 
makes its return to us
while our eyes seek the closure of night,
so God works while we’re yet unaware
to make something new in our sight;

As colours spread across a morning sky
branch in each direction,
and point the way,
so He lies our options out like a feast 
against the glory of the day.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
September 2017


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