Sunday, 6 July 2014

To the Sun


There is hope for a tree,
if cut down, it buds again at the scent of water.
There is hope for us.
In your tender mercy,
our failings are not fatal,
and our missteps only temporary.
For you steady us when we falter,
and you promise us eternity.

You turn us back toward you,
as a tree grows to the sun.
As its roots search out sustenance
we seek the only one,
who satisfies…
And to whom we lift our face,
to whom we re-affirm our faith,
the author and the giver of all grace.

There is hope for the pot,
that is not responding  as it should.
For the potter holds the wheel,
the artist the brush.  Just in art there’s no mistake,
the designer will not rush.
Sometimes with great intent,
he’ll re-mould his design,
so that with all creation, he may announce it as “good”.

So we can believe when he speaks of eternity,
of ‘new covenants’ that wash us clean.
At the scent of water we can re-bud,
though we may feel dead in the ground.
We can have faith in his goodness and mercy,
that follows us to where-ever we have run.
We can respond as the tree, as the pot, -
let him change us, and turn us to the sun.

Ana Lisa de Jong
July 2014



"For there is a hope for a tree.  If it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its tender shoots will not cease.  Though its root may grow old in the earth, and its stump may die in the ground. Yet at the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth branches like a plant"
Job 14:7-9

"surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever"
Psalm 23:6

"God saw all that he made, and it was very good"
Genesis 1:31







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