Little light bright Pink balloon Skims gently over The snow Where did you come from I wonder I wonder Where will you go to Now
I Wonder I Wonder
Phone foibles
Can I actually turn my phone off What will happen if What disaster will unfold What message will I miss Can I actually turn my phone off What will happen if Who will be neglected If I don’t respond quick Can I leave it on the counter When I go out for a walk Will my followers still like me If I’m not there to check Click
Snow Day
What would it look like If We (His kids) Laid down The Bigness The Production The Work Of (serving/ministry/calling) For Sabbath And (rather) Simply (on that once weekly glorious day) Played and Rested and Loved and Lived in The divine playground (that is the extra-ordinary privilege of) Being a Child In the Family Of God What if we took 0ur divinely decreed Snow day every blessed time (no half-tos) What if we did all that worthy work (paid and unpaid) (on the platform and off) On the other Six What would it look like If
Billet-Doux
A billet-doux to you Beloved To all those I’ve forgotten Hurt or neglected Over time and changing circumstance And through my paucity of love A billet-doux to you I’m grateful I had you in my life For hours (long or short) I’m sorry for our parting Through Neglect Or Offense (yours or mine) I forgive you for your part And I’m sorry for mine A billet-doux to you Beloved Be well Be well Be well
For Helen
I sing with a beautiful singer She opens her mouth And Effortlessly (it seems) Beauty and peace and joy and sorrow and kindness and goodness Flow I sing with a beautiful singer She opens her mouth And I follow
Oh Canada
Oh Canada I stand on guard for thee Be restored to Peace Kindness Love and Care for the least of these Your once welcome flag Tarnished now As raucous enmity Fills the air we breathe Peace be unto you Peace Peace be unto you Peace
Too
You're not enough You’re too much You’re too young You’re too old You're too sexy You're too plain You know too much You know too little You’ve got two x’s You should have one y You don’t fit in You’ll never fit in Unless we say you do (and we won’t can't don't) Jesus Jesus Jesus Help me crawl into our Poppa’s lap I need to hear Him say again You’re my child Too And I made you Just so My child My child My child
Shine
In you is the source of life and in your light we see light Psalm 36:9 The darkness of old cruel paths Archaic/barbaric ways of thinking/being/seeing Shroud me/us Blinds me/us to the good/bright/life way Jesus I/we need your light/life Shine Jesus Shine
Boxes
We’ve got you in a box You’ll never get out you see ‘Cause we made the box And We have the key Tee He(e)
Patriarchy 1.0
Your place Your place Everyone in your place You're very good at keeping me in mine you are With structures and systems and time being on your side an’ all Who I wonder (and not for the first time) Is keeping you in yours Though
Colleen R. Jantzen 