Tuesday, 16 June 2015

Joy is the Jewel

Joy is ours now.

After the rain has passed,

joy is the jewel

holding fast to the leaf,

moist as new born life,

shining in the light.

Joy is here now.

Knocking at your door,

joy is the friend's

embrace, claiming your right

to smile in return,

as you're reminded of your worth.

Joy is yours now.

Spread across the sky,

joy is the rainbow

that could not have formed,

but for the interplay

of light and dark, from passing storms.

Joy is right now.

Not forsaken, but found,

joy is the reminder

that we are never thirsty

for long, as surely as the earth

circles the sun, we drink from joy again.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry

June 2015

We choose love by taking small steps of love every time there is an opportunity. A smile, a handshake, a word of encouragement, an embrace, a kind greeting, a gesture of support, a moment of attention, a helping hand... these are little steps toward love. Each step is like a candle burning in the night. It does not take the darkness away, but it guides us through the darkness. When we look back after many small steps of love, we will discover that we have made a long and beautiful journey.
Henri Nouwen

Hauraki Gulf, Auckland, New Zealand

Friday, 5 June 2015

Where there is Injury

'Where there is injury, pardon',
St Francis said.

Did he know how hard it is, to truly forgive?
Is it from experience that he spoke to us these words?
Or is it an ideal, too high for us to fully achieve?

And is it possible, I ask myself,
when the ones we must forgive, continue in their ways?

'Where there is hatred, love'.
Love from where?

When the well is empty,
when rebuffs make a sham of our best intents,
when we've spent ourselves on ungrateful hearts...

How do we find resources to give again,
without recompense?

'Where there is despair, hope.'

Perhaps there is nothing that,

we can do to change the lens they look through,
and ultimately how we too are viewed.
But we can choose, to see ourselves in the light of grace,

and let hope remind us of the truth,
that in His view, we are good enough.

'Where there is darkness, light.'
Perhaps the hardest to perceive.

For what if the darkness we see,
that wells up and floods our minds,
is not actually in others, but in us all the time?

Perhaps the gift of the dark,
is to have light shine upon, the areas we've been blind.

'Where there is sadness, joy.'
Perhaps that's the trick to our salvation?

The injuries we need pardoned; the love we need to cover over all our sins;
the hope to show us the way forward, into the light,
that darkness, our old friend, keeps hidden...

Is to give ourselves (though we may crucify ourselves),
permission, to be our own consolation.

Ana Lisa de Jong
June 2015

Long Bay Regional Park, Auckland, New Zealand

Thursday, 4 June 2015


A chain of many links,
that strengthens.
And with each gesture
and gift of self,
to become a chain of trust.
Not easily bought, or sold.
But made over long seasons
of developing, enduring love.

The result of
an exchange.
Disclosure met with acceptance,
a soft place to lay our heads,
and burdens down.
A warm room out of the rain.
A place to forget;
and to remember again,
what's truly important.

A mirror for
our best selves;
and gentle absolution
for our sins.
Reflecting our possibilities,
not focusing on our failings.
Showing us our light,
glowing with potential,
that we might shine it into being.

A starting place,
a finishing place;
and wayside in between.
A reminder, an encourager,
a place to rebuild
ourselves again.
An honest voice, and smile:
affirming, and restorative
as medicine.

A gift to give, and receive.
Mutual need, and mutual gain.

Ana Lisa de Jong
June 2015

Auckland, New Zealand

Tuesday, 2 June 2015


Waiting for inspiration
Is like waiting for love...

You know that its out there.
You know that its there, waiting to roll in
as a wave in a storm.
To take your pen, like love takes your heart,
and in its power, carry you on.

Waiting for inspiration,
is to lay yourself bare.
For the touch of a song,
for the touch of something,
with a life of its own.

Love and inspiration,
are one and same.
They take you so you're lost,
to a place far within, to a you you've never known,
yet known all along.

Waiting for inspiration
is like waiting for love.
Empty before it,
empty when its gone.
But enriched, altered, blessed, reborn.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Image:  Lulu Lovering