Child of God
Little feathered friend With your Pre dawn song You’re awake (so am I) And I’m grateful for your company Our frail and common creatureliness Binds me to you in gratitude Your song now saving me From Restless distressing thoughts I’m aware of you Dear one Are you aware of me
Soaring over the snow sheltered sphere Peaceful Predatory Your majesty arrests me I’m grateful Your presence calls me Reminds me to worship The One The One who orders all things well The One Who Brought you and I together For now Just Now
I see you hunting Across the lake And your wild beauty is Wonderful to me
Tenacious leaves Clinging still Showing off Their shiny underbelly Reminding me That fall is all but finished And Winter is on its way
The lake
Now teeming with goose and gander
Awakens
Filled
With noise and splatter
Honk
Honk
Honk
Honk
You fly
Organized by some unseen eye
In v’s and v’s and v’s and v’s
Flee fly flo
(my beloved)
Off.
You.
Go.
Earth I long to lie upon you And Breathe in Latent oxygen Sheltered in your stones Restore me Re-create Renew
The geese are gone The geese are gone The geese are gone Go Slow Mow Settle Mettle Put on the Kettle Go
It was the same familiar garden That she once knew well Where She once grew and thrived But Then The rain never rained And The sun never shone And The weeds grew and grew And The flower She waned So The Gardener (in His mercy) Took the little plant Tenderly Carefully Up by the roots (so painful, so vulnerable, so raw) And carried it to Another (unfamiliar) Part of the garden Where The rain rained And The sun shone And The weeds were weeded And The little flower Grew
I wake To a symphony of rain Masterfully played by earth and sky Thank you Creator And the parched ground Rendered deaf from too long without music Gratefully drinks in the sound
Little fox Thank you for gracing me with your presence today You stopped I stopped And we took stock of one another In silence and respect (friend or foe friend or foe friend or foe) We wait Momentarily frozen in wonder and observation And then You turn tail and turn Back to your family Back to your world Back to your reality In which I am only an ignorant visitor Little fox
Colleen R. Jantzen 