Homemade white bread Perfectly flavoured with rusty well water and Flour from the farm (There’s nothing like it) Garden grown fresh picked cucumbers sliced thin Sweet butter spread just right (aka no lumps) Salt Love Auntie Fern
Best Diet
“Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.’” Matthew 4:4 (NIV) What are you feeding on Oh heart of mine What is feeding you Oh my soul What are you feeding on Oh mind of mine What is feeding you Oh
Without Him
“I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.” John 15.5 (NIV) Nada Nothing Nowt Not a thing Not a single thing Without Him Actually Happens Actually Really Literally In point of fact Truly Is your mind blown? Mine is .
Orphaned
“These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go to the house of God under the protection of the Mighty One with shouts of joy and praise among the festive throng.” Psalm 42:4 (NIV) Orphaned You moved Changed And are unrecognizable to me I don’t fit In this family (and I’m weary of making elbow room for me)
Grave clothes
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!” 2 Corinthians 5:17 (NIV) Shake off them grave clothes Shake ‘em off Shake off them grave clothes Shake ‘em off They don’t fit you anymore dearheart They don’t fit you anymore They don’t fit you anymore dearheart They don’t fit you anymore Don’t hafta to squeeze into them Or keep ‘em for ‘just in case’ Shake off them grave clothes dearheart Shake ‘em off They Don’t Fit
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”
Your Body
“that all of them may be one” John 17: part of verse 21 (NIV) I don’t recognize you anymore I’m out of place Out of joint With you When did the ground shift under my feet And create this angry defiant individualistic I’ll do what I want space that I don’t recognize (or fit) In? When did ‘what you want’ Become more important than What They Need? (consideration, kindness, space, a place) Did it happen so slowly So imperceptible (to my rose-coloured view) That I couldn’t discern it? Did I live in false hope that It Wasn’t Happening? Was it always there? I don’t recognize you Anymore Now I Wait In Silence And Grief And Lament And Hope That you will be restored (getting back to normal won’t do it folks) And I will be able to fully Embrace you Again
Advent 1.0
Groaning Waiting Hoping Trusting For You to make all things new For You to make all things new
Ancient Breasts
Ancient breasts
Hold
New milk
That
Issues forth
In
Empathy
And
Remembrance
Waiting
Them
“Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers.” Galatians 6:10 (NIV) Do Good To All (in covid times this is not about rights) (in covid times this is not about fear) (in covid times this is not about government or corporate conspiracies) Just simply Do Good To All Just Simply What Would Be Good For them What would make them feel Safe Loved Supported Cared for Considered Them (not you) (not me)
Colleen R. Jantzen 