Writing | Ana Lisa de Jong
Sunday morning's promise of life
is as open as our hearts...
Has God forgotten the children,
has he left and turned out the light?
Can we believe to find him in the darkness,
can the children see him at all? more»
My God is the God of silent things.
Passages in the dark. more»
This will pass like the sun rising.
This will pass like a breath of wind
across the face of a leaf... more»
in the blue of my heart... more»