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
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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?
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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
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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
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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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Envy

I envy your stillness

Your peace
As I thrash about in the heat and mire
Of 

Restless thoughts
trapped in a
Restless frame

Jesus I look to You
For peace 
In 

My limbs
My joints
My heart

Peace in the wee hours

When 
Your light 
Is dim
In me
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Spun out

I never imagined

(in my wildest imaginings)

Imagined I

I would be one

One of those

Spun out of the church
(the family of God for crying out loud how does this happen 
it's wrong on at least a thousand levels hyperbole intended)


Well

Not THE church

(actually)

A church

I’m at a loss Poppa
I don’t recognize myself
I’m wearing clothes that don’t fit

(because)

I loved her so

Still do


(but)

She didn’t love me back

(not really)

Because

There wasn’t room for me

(the me they imagined was welcome)

But

Not the me that actually was/is

(he/them/they lower case intended made sure of that)

Poppa hold me
Hold me close
I’m just so very sad

(also)

Thank you for new spaces
New faces
Who look on poor wretched me 

With love

Love 
that 
feels like 
sounds like 
smells like
looks like 
tastes like

You
You
You

(and so and still)

I cry out to You 

Heal this broken soul 

Make me whole

Help me trust

Again
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Ghosts

I’m haunted by ghosts

The ghosts who ghosted me

Whispers of 
Loneliness 
Loss

Shadows of 
Love

(unrequited)

Pass over
My soul

And 
Leave

A 
Hollow

Ache
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