Tears tremble Threaten to spill At every remembrance Of An old grief Yet gargantuan (I should be over this by now) I’m tired Embarrassed Overwhelmed Afraid Ashamed What if I start crying Will I ever stop
Gargantuan
03.09.18
The day you left The world (my world) Was torn asunder And heaven (my heaven) Was made whole See you soon dearheart See you soon Cause (with the Lord a day is like a thousand years and a thousand years is like a day) Hurray
Transitions
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
How
How did Koinonia Come to mean Women in fur coats And I/we Don’t belong Really (and never will) How did I preach the Word of God Come to mean Misogyny and and and Help me Poppa In all the undoing You are doing In me/us To keep You The reality Of You Heal Your church Poppa Heal me/us Help me/us to find Your good way The Way How
Leaving
I dreamt of you Real and ethreal Your broad strong capable back Leaving (again) And I Breath in new courage To face the day Again
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
In the Silence
In the silence You meet me there My heart rent before you And The broken spaces too filled up with My faults and theirs Your grace and mercy Your love and peace Restore Repair Renew Again All from You Poppa All from You
Is It Really All About
Is it really all about Me Mine I (and rights and freedoms and don’t tell me what to do) I thought the common good was the thing The other The weak The poor The disenfranchised The lonely The sick The lost I thought the Other was the thing That We were meant to be on about (You know) The least of these That HE is always on about Or If not the least of these Then at least The Body So many amputated now Wounded Cut off (from one part at least) Because It became too much about Me Mine I (and rights and freedoms and don’t tell me what to do) (an unintended consequence I’m sure) How When Why Did we lose The Way How When Why Did the Main Thing Cease to be The Main Thing How When Why Did we make it all about Me Mine I (and rights and freedoms and don't tell me what to do) When (perhaps we lost our way a long time ago and didn’t even realize that we did) Jesus Your beloved Bride is Broken Angry Confused Forlorn Lost Spirit come Rescue Revive Redeem Restore She needs New life Again
Colleen R. Jantzen 