colleenrjantzen

“Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. 
And be thankful.” 
Colossians 3:15 New International Version

Open the door
Just a crack
And let it in
(You can do it)


Jesus 
Your peace will permeate
If I 

Let it
If I 

Accept it
If I 

Receive it
If I 

Ask
If I 

Rest
If I 

Stop


Your 
(the real deal no cheap facsimiles because no dollar store junk will cut it )
Peace

Peace within me
Peace around me
Peace above me
Peace below me
Peace beside me
Peace to guide me

It’s there for the asking

Let His peace
Rain/Reign

Over Me


Thank You

(let: verb: not prevent or forbid; allow)

All of my adults are driving today Transitions Feel still to me like fragile spaces (where anything can happen) I run Getting the phone call A knock at my door Scenarios And wonder if I’ll survive Another One I clamp down fear And Turn to You And Try/Cry for peace I call for angels to keep watch And Everyone In their lanes And Deer in the ditches And Drivers awake Till you all Come Home Get Home Are Home With Me

I rode my bike Past the Saskatoon Crematorium Past S.I.R. Past Dundurn Past The Blackstrap And The weather changed (as weather will) And who knew there were hills on these prairies I arrived Cold and Tired and Wet and Hungry and Thirsty (very thirsty) Thankful the tires were intact (unprepared as I was) At Grandpa and Grandmas Hanley Saskatchewan And if they were surprised They showed it not The stoic politeness of sodbusters restrained The natural response To my foolishness Cause No one (generally) Rode their bike On the highway (in those days) And Love and grace Were more important 14

Little feathered friend With your Pre dawn song You’re awake (so am I) And I’m grateful for your company Our frail and common creatureliness Binds me to you in gratitude Your song now saving me From Restless distressing thoughts I’m aware of you Dear one Are you aware of me

Da guns dey gotta go Dey gotta go Dey gotta go Cause Children s'posed to live S'posed to live S'posed to live Da guns dey gotta go Dey gotta go Dey gotta go Cause Going off to school To get shot To get shot Is wrong On every level Da guns dey gotta go Dey gotta go Dey gotta go And No amount of words and No amount of freedom Make 'em right Make 'em right Da guns dey gotta go Dey gotta go Dey gotta go Hunh

In May (the month of motherhood) Guilt and regret rise As I am reminded of all that I Didn’t do Didn’t see Didn’t hear Didn’t notice Didn’t respond to The ways in which I wasn’t Fair Kind Wise Loving Generous Enough Jesus I bring all that to you The whole hurtful mess of it You who are unshackled by time and space Heal Restore Make up for My egregious lack In Your strong name I bless my children (and my children’s children and and and) With Your healing Your wholeness Your love Your peace Your joy Your restoration Your life In Your strong name I pray Amen

Every once in a while I need to do That Prairie thing At a grid road intersection When no one is in sight And swing down into the other lane And dive into the dip And feel the g-force pull And the dime-store danger of being On the wrong side of the road For a hot minute Every once in a while