A glorious spread of yellow tansy Growing low and long and wide and wild on the shore Gives me pause And I wonder What would the world look like if It was all planted by You (instead of) me I wonder
Your Beauty Beckons
In bird song In buds' bloom In babies breath Your beauty beckons To See You Love You Trust You Follow You More
Dragonflies
Tiny brilliant blue Dragonflies flit Over and through The long long grass That we (by some miracle of good intention) Left unshorn
Before Dawn
Before dawn Before! A chorus of birds greet the not yet sun Confident in their Creator (who orders all things well) That it will rise (the sun) And so must I Greet the day with Faith Hope Trust Joy Confident expectation
At the Scent of Water
The horse At the scent of water Lifts her head Then Drawn forward Dips low And Drinks long and deep Water Spirit You
Sometimes
“The land enjoyed its sabbath rests; all the time of its desolation it rested, until the seventy years were completed in fulfillment of the word of the Lord spoken by Jeremiah.” 2 Chronicles 36.21 (NIV) Sometimes it’s not about me Sometimes it’s not Sometimes Something else (Also very important) Is going on Sometimes
Parched
Had I failed to go out in the storm I would have missed The magnificent fragrance Rising from The parched earth When she is drinking
When Lily Goes For A Walk
When Lily goes for a walk She meanders in the short grass Explores in the tall grass Wanders into the trees (Letting the branches touch her face just to see what that feels like) (she ignores the asphalt path that I typically march along) Because It’s Not Relevant She pauses And looks For a long long long long time No agenda Just present In the moment Child like Faith
Morning Walk
Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning. Psalm 30:5(NKJV) After a day and a night and a day Of sorrows and bitterness remembered I awake and The sun is shining The birds are singing The fish are swimming The dogs are barking The children are playing The frost is melting The trees are budding and I remember that You Are Love And You order And You know All things well All
Above the Din
“This is my father's world I rest me in the thought Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas His hand the wonders wrought” (Maltbie D. Babcock, 1901) Walking with You I realize again This is my Father’s world Hard to remember that Hard to hear Your voice Above the din Of Your children Fighting But “This is my Father’s world. I rest me in the thought”
Colleen R. Jantzen 