On the edge
Illegitimate
(according to some)
in both sides of the
Separate/similar tribes
Trying to
say/think/do/feel
the
right
things
(according to whom)
That I might move
Ever so slightly
Closer
To the
Inside
Of you all
Outside
How
How did Koinonia Come to mean Women in fur coats And I/we Don’t belong Really (and never will) How did I preach the Word of God Come to mean Misogyny and and and Help me Poppa In all the undoing You are doing In me/us To keep You The reality Of You Heal Your church Poppa Heal me/us Help me/us to find Your good way The Way How
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
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
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
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
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
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
The Main Thing
Beloved Keep the Main Thing The Main Thing (and) I AM The Main Thing
Colleen R. Jantzen 