“This is my father's world I rest me in the thought Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas His hand the wonders wrought” (Maltbie D. Babcock, 1901) Walking with You I realize again This is my Father’s world Hard to remember that Hard to hear Your voice Above the din Of Your children Fighting But “This is my Father’s world. I rest me in the thought”
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
Advent 1.0
Groaning Waiting Hoping Trusting For You to make all things new For You to make all things new
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
Leaves
Leaves Leaving And You Leaving Leaves A Gap (to rest to heal to go deep renew) Waiting For Spring Which Is Surely Coming Because He Makes All Things New
Broken
Broken Broken Broken Broken Broken There is a glue It's You But the bottle we kept you in has All Dried Up
Search me
“Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.” Psalm 139: 23-24 Search me And Know Test me And Know See if (oh my word, there’s a banquet there) (And please) Lead me out of the mire Away from the worst parts of myself Fear Worry Doubt Anger And all the rest of the mess
Walk in my shoes
Walk in my shoes You who mock disparity as no big deal Walk in my shoes You who have access and agency Walk in my shoes You who have a voice and a place at the table Walk in my shoes You who have and have and have Walk in my shoes Walk in my shoes Walk in my shoes
When you
When you give up Something you love For Something you love You feel Sad Mad Glad Sad Mad Glad Sad
Back
BEHOLD I AM DOING A NEW THING
I can’t wait to get back to normal
BEHOLD I AM doing a new thing
I can’t wait to get back to normal
BEHOLD I AM
We’re almost back to normal
I AM
We are
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Colleen R. Jantzen 