Friday, 19 July 2013

There is an Ocean

We, so small and plain
and self-contained,
we live lives full of
petty concerns, and selfish gain.

We, all wound up and tight
and self-absorbed,
we draw up the drawbridge,
and pull shut the door.

With our concern for self
we become confined,
we narrow our world,
until there's only room for one.

With our focus drawn in
we are cut off from Him,
the source of our joy, our power,
our love, our very fulfillment.

Open wide, open up.
There is an ocean at your door.
There is a river that through you would flow.
Behind you is the author of it all.

His is the strength that propels,
His the love that heals,
His the song that delights our heart,
His the touch that soothes.

His the deep contentment,
His the answer to our questions,
His the almighty provision,
His the balm to our wounds.

As heaven is high, and the earth is wide
so we can uncoil;
grow up like a seedling to the sun,
and in his warmth feel our hearts thaw.

We, so small and plain,
and self-contained.
We, who live lives of fruitless striving,
and senseless pain.

We, all wound up and tight
and self-absorbed;
we can open to his touch,
Fling wide the door.

And as we do so we can breathe.
Now what others think no longer matters.
Our fears haven't power to haunt,
our illusions shatter.

Sons and daughters of a higher power,
adopted in his Kingdom;
we finally sense from whom we've come,
whose love is entwined through every living thing.

We can reach out and connect,
without plans or agendas.
We can in freedom relate and trust,
and to his will we surrender.

We can love and be loved,
and as bearers of his light;
we can know the beauty of giving and receiving,
for naught but His delight.

Open wide, open up.
There is an ocean at your door.
There is a river that through you would flow.
Behind you is the author of it all.

Ana Lisa de Jong

"Oh Lord, Our God, the majesty and glory of your name fills the earth, and overflows the heavens."
Psalm 8:1

He is as faultless as heaven is high - but who are you?  His mind is fathomless - what can you know in comparison.  His spirit is broader than the earth, and wider than the sea."
Job 11:7-9

"It is God's privilege to conceal things...  you cannot understand the height of heaven, the size of the earth."
Prov 25:2-3

"Like a giant oak covered in apple blossoms is the vast man in you.  His might binds you to the earth, his fragrance lifts you into space, and in his durability you are deathless."
Kahil Gilbran

"When we finally give up the struggle to find fulfillment outside of ourselves, we have no-where to go but within.  At this moment of surrender, light dawns.  We expect to hit rock bottom, but instead we fall through a trapdoor to a bright new world."
Shakti Gawain

Waikawau Bay, Coromandel, New Zealand

Sunday, 7 July 2013


Alida, lovely Alida

I wanted to name my daughter after you;
But when my daughter graced this earth
it was you who named her.
Dancing Natasha
You called her, and she danced;
and laughed for you.

We all responded to you,
like moths drawn to the light;
like sunshine after rain.

You - so generous of spirit.

Alida, lovely Alida

I’ve known you since I was young.
You welcomed me, never judged me,
only loved me because I loved your son.
Joy and happiness was all you ever gave.
Even your cancer you didn’t tell us of;
to protect our wedding day.

So many memories.
But your smile is what will remain.
In my mind’s eye, and heart;
You will live and stay on.

Alida, lovely Alida

We will look for you -
in the rising of the sun,
and the new buds
opening in spring.

We will look for you -
in the butterfly,
in the peace of a starlit night,
in birds on the wing.

You are now free, and at peace.
And although we
lose you, we don’t lose
what you gave.

And we know where you are ;
And we trust who you’re with;
And we will follow you one day.

Ana Lisa de Jong
To my Mother-in-Law Alida Cornelia Geetuida de Jong (nee Tetteroo)


Tuesday, 2 July 2013

My Lord

I am not fit for you, my Lord
My robes are tattered and torn.
My soul is tarnished with the grime of the world.
My eyes are drawn away from you.
My priorities are wrong.

I am not prepared for you, my Lord.
My heart fails to stay true.
My commitment, it burns and wanes.
And if my love were measured
it would come up short - against you.

But My Love - My Love is calling to me.
Rejoicing over me with song.
He knows my heart, and all about me.
He sees the glory in the dust.
He has loved me all along.

My Love, My Love is calling to me.
Who would we be without your love?
With your touch we learn who we already are.
For you transform clay pots into alabaster jars,
and water into wine.

I am beautiful to you Lord.
My raiment reflecting your light.
My soul is restored to honour you.
And in response to your love,
you become my delight.

I respond to you, my Lord.
As did Mary of Bethany, purfume poured;
Sister of Lazarus, and friend.
As Mary, the Mother in whom you were formed;
Mary Magdalene, for whom life was restored.

I am ready for you, my Lord,
to stand with your Church, as your Bride.
Yet even now I can be loved by you;
as daughter, sister, disciple,
friend of Christ.

I need not wait until you come in glory.
Your glory came to me.
In the form of a little babe,
who showed us the Father's heart;
and for whom I was made.

Ana Lisa de Jong

"We love because He first loved us."
1 John 4:19

"The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save.
He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with his love,
He will rejoice over you with singing."
Zephaniah 3:17

Mahurangi Regional Park, New Zealand