I wish I could Fill up the space You left behind If I could be you When only you will do But There’s no way To fill up the space You left behind Jill
Offence
“Alexander the metalworker did me a great deal of harm. The Lord will repay him for what he has done.” 2 Timothy 4:14 (NIV) You who See all Know all Understand all Keep track I gratefully release All offences to you My ragged temper and Intemperate grace Are unequal to the task.
Check myself
I checked myself (in Lethbridge the other day) Because I saw (not) you (but) your Race your Affect (and) I felt Fear (and) Judgement (and so) I Had To Check myself And shout silently To you To You Poppa To you my soul I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't See You
He Sees
When places of sanctuary Become spaces of suffering I run to You My Kinsmen Brother Friend Redeemer Hope Joy The One who Sees Me
Human Beings
Human beings People we love(d) trust(ed) Never stop Giving us Reasons to Practice Forgiveness Grace Strength Grace Strength Grace We Need You Now
Your Body
“that all of them may be one” John 17: part of verse 21 (NIV) I don’t recognize you anymore I’m out of place Out of joint With you When did the ground shift under my feet And create this angry defiant individualistic I’ll do what I want space that I don’t recognize (or fit) In? When did ‘what you want’ Become more important than What They Need? (consideration, kindness, space, a place) Did it happen so slowly So imperceptible (to my rose-coloured view) That I couldn’t discern it? Did I live in false hope that It Wasn’t Happening? Was it always there? I don’t recognize you Anymore Now I Wait In Silence And Grief And Lament And Hope That you will be restored (getting back to normal won’t do it folks) And I will be able to fully Embrace you Again
Truth
“Then you will know the truth and the truth shall set you free” John 8:32 (NIV) You knew this (not at first but you got it eventually) You got it (while she waited) That Light is better than dark Truth is better than lies And then You forgot And that Blew everything Up RJS
Seeing Sisters
Seeing sisters Doing what sisters do With the easy intimacy of knowing and being known I avert my eyes To guard my heart From the pain Of missing You
White Paper
Can you print this? And I’m contaminated by the Innocuous white paper That is going to take apart your life
Angel Chorus Poppies
Angel Chorus Poppies I planted them for you dear heart I planted them for you.