Child of God
dilatory adjective dil·a·to·ry | \ ˈdi-lə-ˌtȯr-ē \ Definition of dilatory 1: tending or intended to cause delay dilatory tactics 2: characterized by procrastination : TARDY dilatory in paying bills Dilatory Can I apply it where/when I want To pain (delay) To aging (hold back) To suffering (obstruct) To death (not yet) Nope
Shard: a piece or fragment of a brittle substance Hey! Hi! Great to see you! You should follow me! On Facebook! and Twitter! and Instagram! Follow me! I did (I do) But I didn’t find you (not really) It was only A fragment Of you Cause When I saw you (actually saw you) In the store that day I didn’t know you (not really) And it was awkward (did you feel it too) Disorienting Our relational void filled more with shame and confusion than knowing (actual knowing) Did you feel it too
I’m cheery (on Facebook) I'm creative (on Tumblr) I'm charming (on Pinterest) I’m cool (on Insta) I’m clever (on Twitter) I'm connected (on WhatsApp) I’m capable (on LinkedIn) I'm….
Caraganas dreaming of popping their seeds And summer lotions And trees in all their fullness And sun warmed grass And flowers And breeze And I’m transported To a Thousand happy memories And the Joy of them Makes me Weep (in) Peace And Gratitude
“Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful.” Colossians 3:15 New International Version Open the door Just a crack And let it in (You can do it) Jesus Your peace will permeate If I Let it If I Accept it If I Receive it If I Ask If I Rest If I Stop Your (the real deal no cheap facsimiles because no dollar store junk will cut it ) Peace Peace within me Peace around me Peace above me Peace below me Peace beside me Peace to guide me It’s there for the asking Let His peace Rain/Reign Over Me Thank You (let: verb: not prevent or forbid; allow)
All of my adults are driving today Transitions Feel still to me like fragile spaces (where anything can happen) I run Getting the phone call A knock at my door Scenarios And wonder if I’ll survive Another One I clamp down fear And Turn to You And Try/Cry for peace I call for angels to keep watch And Everyone In their lanes And Deer in the ditches And Drivers awake Till you all Come Home Get Home Are Home With Me
Dial in Attune Your ears Your heart Your mind Your soul Your spirit To Me Follow Me In the big In the little My voice Is the only voice That matters Really
I rode my bike Past the Saskatoon Crematorium Past S.I.R. Past Dundurn Past The Blackstrap And The weather changed (as weather will) And who knew there were hills on these prairies I arrived Cold and Tired and Wet and Hungry and Thirsty (very thirsty) Thankful the tires were intact (unprepared as I was) At Grandpa and Grandmas Hanley Saskatchewan And if they were surprised They showed it not The stoic politeness of sodbusters restrained The natural response To my foolishness Cause No one (generally) Rode their bike On the highway (in those days) And Love and grace Were more important 14
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
Looking for home and Longing for land that Owns me and The particular smell of Sod turned mud when First drops of rain hit Sun baked dust
Colleen R. Jantzen 