I sing with a beautiful singer She opens her mouth And Effortlessly (it seems) Beauty and peace and joy and sorrow and kindness and goodness Flow I sing with a beautiful singer She opens her mouth And I follow
For Helen
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
Shine
In you is the source of life and in your light we see light Psalm 36:9 The darkness of old cruel paths Archaic/barbaric ways of thinking/being/seeing Shroud me/us Blinds me/us to the good/bright/life way Jesus I/we need your light/life Shine Jesus Shine
Boxes
We’ve got you in a box You’ll never get out you see ‘Cause we made the box And We have the key Tee He(e)
Patriarchy 1.0
Your place Your place Everyone in your place You're very good at keeping me in mine you are With structures and systems and time being on your side an’ all Who I wonder (and not for the first time) Is keeping you in yours Though
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
For Jill
I miss you I miss you No one else will do I miss you
Auntie Fern
Homemade bread and Ice cold well water (tastes of iron but still) Garden cukes (sliced just right) Butter Salt mmmm
Colleen R. Jantzen 