
A Poem by Colleen Jantzen
Promised rain
Awakens earth
Scent of hope
Renews me
Promised rain
Awakens earth
Scent of hope
Renews me
Morning Grace
Light dawns
Gradually
Imperceptibly
Hidden things
(within and without)
Illuminated
Revealed
But gently
God’s
Grace
Every knick
Every cut
Every burn
Every bruise
You see
You know
You understand
Perfectly
Slather on
Lather on
Compassion
Mercy
Healing
Grace
I need it
We need it
Every
Single
Day
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African, the Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheik,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.
Hoar frost decks
Dead winter branches
So they
Sparkle and shine
Sparkle and shine
Shine
I wait for
I welcome
You
Peace bringer
Life giver
Divine One
Deliverer
Redeemer
Blessed restorer of all things
Jesus walked
He
Walked
So
That means
In Him
With Him
Through Him
For Him
All you have
Is a
scorched/dry/barren land/life
There has to be lots of rain Lots
Embrace it
Welcome it
(or)
Put up with it
(at least)
Let it rain
Every breath
Your breath in me
A chance to begin
Anew
He said the sun rises in my glittering eyes
That heaven is hid between my very thighs
And will persevere till he finally makes it to heaven
He spoke sweet sounding sermons as time ticked eleven
Words like fetters, held hostage a lass due home for seven