Thursday, 23 April 2015


I see you.
I see me.
Cracks running through our fragile hearts.
Sore places too tender to touch.
Walls too well defended to breach.
Hurts too well hidden to reach.

I see you.
I see me.
Cracks that will exist until they're accepted in us.
Sore places that will resist but the gentlest touch.
Walls that might melt if we're patient enough.
Hurts that may heal if given time, and love.

I see you.
I see me.
And the only way through, what defeats us,
is to love what is hardest to love.
To see with sympathy the unlovely parts.
To understand what is unconditional commitment.

That in the end it is the mortar and glue,
to our cracks, which with each hurt, expand and contract.
And might tear us apart, if not for love;
which in its magic unconditional touch,
loves in us,
what is ugliest.

Ana Lisa de Jong
April 2015

Mangawhai Heads, Northland, New Zealand

Saturday, 4 April 2015

What Love is This?

What love is this?
That would choose me,
that I might be His?
No indiscrimate,
'you will do'
made by Him;
but rather
a personal,

What love is this,
that would give,
up so much?
Fall so low,
as to take upon
all our sin.
That would plan
to lose,
plan to give
up all,
so that we
by His humble offering,
might win.

What love is this?
And what is our response?
To a love that
didn't hesitate,
but rather knew
all along
the cost.
What is our response
to Him,
who laid it all out.
His heart of love
for us,
in death
upon the cross.

What love is this?
Who died not only 'for' me,
but 'because' of me?
Because He wanted me,
longed for me,
sought me out
and fought for me.
Love that,
for all of us,
He would have done
what He did for us;
even if,
there were only
one of us.

What love is this?
A love we cannot
cannot dismiss,
cannot fail to,
A love we must not
from embracing,
and celebrating.
Our gift to Him,
of the true cost,
of our salvation.

Ana Lisa de Jong
April 2015