Tuesday, 20 August 2013

Learning of Love


If life is not to learn 'of' love,
then what is it for?
If life is not for love to be born in us;
then what then is our purpose?

Yet, in life, we grow, believing we must learn ‘how’ to love.
That love were a skill to gain,
to better and perfect,
until we have finally obtained…

righteousness and worthiness to bear His name.


Yet what if love were in a name?
His holy name. 
And this love, that is being made perfect in us,
were His love: rather than our own.
What if His love were for us ‘first’?
And what if the key
to learn to love
was to, in His love – immerse?


rather than to attain...
 
What if life were to learn to believe?
To take Him at his word.
That God is love, that we are loved
and as His children - cherished, adored.
That to lift our heads in the face of such love,
is to be encouraged, renewed, restored…
To our place in Christ,
that our Father would have us fill,

and that Jesus calls us to.



No need for works to reach this place.
Faith makes a way.
Jesus said "it is finished";
and love fulfilled the law.

 
Love becomes the consequence of our faith,
A gift from God to an open heart.
Love becomes a way of living,
as its the language of His grace...

and reveals in us, His light.
 
And it is our certainty of His love
That teaches us courage, hope and trust.
It is the deepening knowledge of His love
that draws us to love him, and others.

It is the glory of the risen Christ
reflected in our life:
whose face we gaze upon,
and thereby grow in likeness, to love…

with the love,


in which we first were loved.

Ana Lisa de Jong

 
Kaipara Harbour, Auckland, New Zealand
 

Thursday, 8 August 2013

I See You


I see
your signature written in a sunset sky
In soft shades of pink and gold.

I see

your reflection cast in the still river
Among the sunlit leaves, and green trees of old.

And its your smile..

I feel when I close my eyes
The grass under my hands; above me endless sky.

Your smile

I know when I stand high
on a hill, with the whole of forever in my view.

 
Your voice

I hear when the Tui sings
Praising creation, among the blossoms of spring.

Your voice

which soothes me in the song
of the sea, as the ocean meets the lonely shore.

And its your touch…

that stirs my soul, warms my heart
and woos me to the core.

Your touch

which I feel through every sense,
as I perceive the gift of this earth.

Take in the wonder of it all.

Ana Lisa de Jong


"The heavens are telling the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims his handiwork. Day to day pours forth speech, and night to night declares knowledge. There is no speech, nor are there words; their voice is not heard; yet their voice goes out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world."  Psalm 19 1-4

 

 
Stony Bay, Coromandel, New Zealand

Sunday, 4 August 2013

To Know You


We are made of you.
Each cell infused with mighty life
from an almighty God.

 
From a seed within,
a plan laid before the dawn of time unfurled.
And we became…

Became a living, breathing
part of you.
Parted from you, on this earth.

And as our body grew
Our hearts knew, that
they did not quite belong…

And yearned for home.
Longing to ‘know’,
the One for whom we were made.


 

We are made for you.
Each cell holding a promise
of a life lived in your name.

Of knowing our Creator.
As Abba Father, the one
in whom we find our place…

A place that you
Ordained for us
When you laid the earth.


From the moment of
our being, you drew near
and spoke our name.

Speaking words of love,
and whispers of assurance,
to draw us home.


 
We were made to be loved.
Willed into being,
destined and claimed.


Nothing random about us.
No mistake, or accidental
chance – but planned.

Our life, no matter
how small or insignificant to us,
of great meaning to Him.


We - called into being,
By God the Father,
who longed for still another…
Child to love.
To image him with
the unique beauty that could only belong

to a creation of God.


Ana Lisa de Jong