Child of God
When darkness falls And Suffering begins No one knows when it will end (not really) We wait And try to hope And strain to see The Light (at the end of that long dark tunnel without end) Knowing (or trying to know) That He is there Truly Working in the darkness On our/your/my/their behalf Working to Make all things New When darkness fell for you Jesus Was it like this For You
You asked us to be with You In that Shadowy Waiting Dark Scary Lonely Place That place before The Cross We got tired We got sleepy We shut our eyes And couldn’t Stay Awake You knew all that (somehow) Yet/still Invited us In Cause You knew (and we know) That Company (even fickle/faulty) Is welcome (even if they can’t go the whole way) And really The darkest places Are Solitary places Places we go to Alone Death Sickness Suffering Pain Betrayal Rejection Misunderstood Those are the alone places Places we go to Alone Except That You are there Jesus You are there You Who went the whole distance In the dark Are there You You You Are there
Your peace Nascent in me Elusive That’s not on You Poppa You stand ready Always To give it It’s me (actually) Who needs To stand still Long enough To receive it Your peace
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
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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
Little light bright Pink balloon Skims gently over The snow Where did you come from I wonder I wonder Where will you go to Now
Can I actually turn my phone off What will happen if What disaster will unfold What message will I miss Can I actually turn my phone off What will happen if Who will be neglected If I don’t respond quick Can I leave it on the counter When I go out for a walk Will my followers still like me If I’m not there to check Click
What would it look like If We (His kids) Laid down The Bigness The Production The Work Of (serving/ministry/calling) For Sabbath And (rather) Simply (on that once weekly glorious day) Played and Rested and Loved and Lived in The divine playground (that is the extra-ordinary privilege of) Being a Child In the Family Of God What if we took 0ur divinely decreed Snow day every blessed time (no half-tos) What if we did all that worthy work (paid and unpaid) (on the platform and off) On the other Six What would it look like If
A billet-doux to you Beloved To all those I’ve forgotten Hurt or neglected Over time and changing circumstance And through my paucity of love A billet-doux to you I’m grateful I had you in my life For hours (long or short) I’m sorry for our parting Through Neglect Or Offense (yours or mine) I forgive you for your part And I’m sorry for mine A billet-doux to you Beloved Be well Be well Be well
Colleen R. Jantzen 