“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
Rest
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. Matthew 11: 28 - 29 You can rest dear heart I’ve got this I’ve actually got this God
I Groan
“In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.” Romans 8:26 (NIV) I groan The utterless pain of others And wait for you To heal Restore Redeem
Hay
Cut hay three days dried Your scent settles my soul Complete and incomplete The rest, the rest of summer
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
Angel Chorus Poppies
Angel Chorus Poppies I planted them for you dear heart I planted them for you.
Ode to Kidsland in Market Mall
Oh Kidsland You were the place Where I got my first pair of Store bought jeans Bell Bottoms! With a peace sign belt (and peace sign belt buckle!) I was never cooler Than in that moment when I tried you on And they fit They actually fit And I’ve never been cooler since Thanks Mom.
High Summer
The scent of high summer Transports me back To the pasture And the horses And the truck And the harness And my Dad And summer nights When all was well For a bit
Late August Evening
Late August evening You’re perfect In warmth In light In sight I wish I could keep you longer But Fall (and Winter) presses in. Welcome (also not welcome) By me.
When you
When you give up Something you love For Something you love You feel Sad Mad Glad Sad Mad Glad Sad
Colleen R. Jantzen 