Angel Chorus Poppies I planted them for you dear heart I planted them for you.
Ode to Kidsland in Market Mall
Oh Kidsland You were the place Where I got my first pair of Store bought jeans Bell Bottoms! With a peace sign belt (and peace sign belt buckle!) I was never cooler Than in that moment when I tried you on And they fit They actually fit And I’ve never been cooler since Thanks Mom.
High Summer
The scent of high summer Transports me back To the pasture And the horses And the truck And the harness And my Dad And summer nights When all was well For a bit
Late August Evening
Late August evening You’re perfect In warmth In light In sight I wish I could keep you longer But Fall (and Winter) presses in. Welcome (also not welcome) By me.
When you
When you give up Something you love For Something you love You feel Sad Mad Glad Sad Mad Glad Sad
Heal our Land
“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” 2 Chronicles 7:14 NIV Just a cursory glance Reveals the pervasive darkness within Forgive me Cleanse me Hear me Heal our land
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I’m addicted to... I use too many… Too often… (The grammar gods and goddesses in my life are undone) I’m sorry (not sorry) I love them! It’s how I think…. And, in their defence They’re giving you (and me) A chance to breathe... (if you’re not hyperventilating:) It’s giving you a chance... To catch up!
Snow Day
Oh for a snow day A snow day A snow day It's snowing It's snowing Please Please please call it You can do it Do it Do it Oh powers that be That be A snow day A snow day Would be such a gift For your weary soul And Mine A snow day A snow day Please please call it A snow day A snow day Please
Instinct
Lucy knows (just like the kids knew) That Sleeping on my side of the bed Means That she can stay (smart puppy)
Jehovah Jireh
Squirrels Frantic at the feeder Protecting their food source From the Marauding Blue Jays Silly squirrels Don't they know that we'll just refill it Silly us Forgetting His faithfulness
Colleen R. Jantzen 