Child of God
Oh little Magpie Clinging to that stick Your little pristine beak Black and white New things you speak (nesting on your mind) Good for you Full of faith Promise Hope Joy You are an unlikely herald Of all things Spring I welcome you I do
Twice now I’ve seen you Standing stopped still We interrupted (twice) Lucy and I Your morning and evening wanderings Scourge to some you appear to me majestic Your coat now thick and grown healthy with good hunting You paused As did I We sized each other up Considered And then went our separate ways You to your world I to mine
Geese now flocking But strange I find them Sheltering under Unlikely trees The water now too warm for their liking and At odds with Ancient instincts What have we done What have we done What have we done
Caraganas dreaming of popping their seeds And summer lotions And trees in all their fullness And sun warmed grass And flowers And breeze And I’m transported To a Thousand happy memories And the Joy of them Makes me Weep (in) Peace And Gratitude
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
Looking for home and Longing for land that Owns me and The particular smell of Sod turned mud when First drops of rain hit Sun baked dust
Fog Shrouds Masks Light Freedom Hope Father We long for (need) Your Light Freedom Hope In these days of Lent I wear that fog shroud Re-calling The steadfast sojourn To that place Where You brought back Light Freedom Hope The best souvenirs of that Terrible trip For us
Good morning little magpie Up on the chimney Miraculous that you can fly At minus 33
Soaring over the snow sheltered sphere Peaceful Predatory Your majesty arrests me I’m grateful Your presence calls me Reminds me to worship The One The One who orders all things well The One Who Brought you and I together For now Just Now
The searing heat sneaks up Surprises Roils to a peak And recedes Leaving me Tired And worn And wet And weak This poor bodies response to the loss of something core To who I am/was Its manifestation of Grief I’m sorry dear body I’m sorry I didn’t know what else to do You know as well as I that I Was Bleeding To Death Forgive me dear body Forgive me and Let’s find peace For you Again
Colleen R. Jantzen 