We are given now
everything we need to grow in love,
to share love.
One day we won't need those other things,
we will just be love.
So today I say to pain, I welcome you,
thought I might resist the visit,
your touch is an exquisite tenderness.
And Joy,
you are the Lord of the Dance,
and we, your partners spinning in tandem.
In our momentum is a grace we shed,
that others are caught up.
Love, I will not fear anything
that comes in your name,
though I might be hard of hearing,
slow at recognition.
If its intent is not for my good,
then love will topple it,
send it flying sideways.
Otherwise I am a garden prone,
Love's will for me, to flourish.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
February 2022
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