OUR LATEST POEMS
Even There
"‘Am I only a God nearby,’ declares the Lord, ‘and not a God far away? Can anyone hide in secret places so that I cannot see him?’ declares the Lord. ‘Do I not fill heaven and earth?’ declares the Lord” (Jeremiah 23:23, 24 NIV). "Where can I go from your Spirit? Where...
Eden
Oh Lord you are too Holy How do we become clean? Not by our own efforts do you assure me, but by immersing ourselves into the holy stream. Oh holy stream, wash over my stains. So that when my God looks at me he sees not the dirt of my hands; not my sullied self but...
The Door
Faith is a key Fear is a lock Faith, the fabric that covers me. Fear, the incessant cold. Faith, the shield fear’s arrows clear. And the one who seeks for me. Until faith then becomes the door I go in and out restored. Ana Lisa de Jong Living Tree Poetry April 17...
Be Still
Be still. Be still and know, that I am God. Be still for I am He who’s in you, and I’m greater than all in this world. Be still for I am here within you, holding you up, so you cannot fall. Be still because I will deliver you. Not one moment too late, nor too soon....
Dark
What do you want me to do with this morning God? That shines through the blinds, that shines through my shuttered heart. What do I do with a sun that still rises? On us, whose joy wavers as a candle in the wind, on those, whose joy has for a moment, been snuffed out....
A Harbour
We need a harbour. A harbour where we can moor our vessels that have been tossed and turned by inclement weather, by changing currents, and the wear and tear, of all our endeavours. We need a place where we can shed ourselves. Selves we have worn so long, that, like...
Life–As a Gift
Life – As a Gift If life is indeed a gift,then we being alive, must bear the gifts of life. Our whole and entire purpose… to breathe it in, to grow in its nourishment, to reproduce it, to extend it. It was given to BE PASSED ON. Fishes and loaves to feed thousands,...
Looking For? Where?
Sin is looking for the right thing in the wrong place remarked Augustine…a Wise Saint, This is the truth, we see the Scriptures often and unerringly paint Historically, those who searched for the right thing n the wrong place Have been left to regret deeply, for...
I’m Not From This World
I’m not from this world, but a place you can’t see. It’s invisible to you, so how can it be? If you come follow me, and believe what I say,then you are my friend and I’ll show you the way. The flesh is weak, but the Spirit is strong, That’s how I can lead you to the...
A New Year
The new year comes to us, ready yet or not. While we may prefer to burrow deep into the old. The new year comes, with untold stories to unfold. And dreams that might bear fruit, if we’re bold. To open the door to infinite possibility. To recall what a blank canvas can...