Foo

Foo is an intentionally meaningless placeholder word often used in computer programming...

Why have only one
When two will nicely do
Filling life up
With things that are not You


Foo



How Are You?

Am I sad?
Am I glad?
Am I somewhere in between?

I don’t know

Actually

Because

I’ve been numbed by the anesthetic 
The analgesic properties 

Of

Netflix
Brit Box
Amazon Prime
Disney Plus and
DZone


You too?

How are you?

Skating

Forgiveness is easy
Like skating on glass
If you don’t peer to closely 
At the wrong

But

If you gaze long and hard
And  consider all the stuff
You might go crashing through the surface
And 
Drown

Sully

Sully 
transitive verb: to make soiled or tarnished : DEFILE

Please do not

Sully


Sully
With

The demand 
For 

Rights

The preoccupation with being 

Right

The squeezing so far over to the 

Right 

That

 love
joy
peace
patience
kindness
goodness
faithfulness
gentleness
self-control

Flee

(being no room for them an’ all)


Please do not

Sully Him
Make Him

Unrecognizable

So soiled
So tarnished

Defiled
By 

Self 
(ME MY I MINE)
Rightness

Please do not 

Sully 

Him

With 

That





Merry Christmas!

Taking a wee break to rest, reflect and celebrate Christmas
May you be reminded of His deep and personal love for you this season. 

Peace and grace to you from Jesus on your way. 
Warmly, 
Colleen 

See You In The Funny Papers

I miss the days
Of daily newspapers and three channels on tv and two (mainly) on the radio 

I miss the days 
When everyone mostly said and read the heard the same thing

I miss the days 
Of reading the Saskatoon Star Phoenix
And the
Snap and crinkle and woosh and sigh 
Of the paper being read

I miss the days
Of friendliness

When everyone was listening to the same voices 
(mostly)
And laughing at the same jokes

I miss the days 
Of daily cartoons
(the best ones ending up on the fridge or the bulletin board at work)

I miss the weekend funny papers
And racing to see them first

I miss the days 
When
'See you in the funny papers'
Meant something

Don't you?

Abrasive

When the world is too 

Abrasive
Cold
Hard
Mean
Rude
Cranky
Frustrating
Annoying
Sad/Bad

The invitation is always there

(always)

To crawl up on into 

Poppa’s lap

And rest awhile
Awhile


Hysterectomy

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

I Dreamt Of You

I dreamt of you
I dreamt of me

You arrived welcome 
(but uninvited)

I called
(fearful)

Beckoned
(hopeful)

come join us

And

You entered
(but)

Stiff
Arms yet folded tight across your chest a

Vain shield around your cold hurt embittered heart

(I’m sad for you
I’m sad for me)



Come Lord Jesus

Come

Heal
Restore
Renew
Make New

As Only You Can Do

I'll wait
Am waiting
Will wait

For 
You




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