Tuesday, January 24, 2017

offering



photo © 2017 jennifer wagner


a fourteen-year-old finger
has written R.I.P.
on the dirt of the grave in our backyard—

now crisp
in frost
the dirt clods
turn up in ant-like hills

the air is sweet offering,
unseasoned firewood, fresh chopped cords,
some stacked, some piled, waiting—
for lifting by strong arms

—like i am, scattered
near this cross,
lining up my betrayals
before you—

where I remember
how far,

how far
you’ve carried me



© 2017 Jennifer Wagner

10 comments:

  1. oh my goodness, "how far you've carried me."
    Jennifer, two poems in a week-such a gift.

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  2. Beautiful! Wishing your boy a Happy Birthday!

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  3. What a great poem! You have successfully planted in us a feeling.

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  4. What a powerful poem, I love it!!

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  5. Heartful Jennifer_!
    __ When given the strength from someone's arms, we've been given the desire to do the same.

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  6. I admit, I haven't really thought about the concept of 'offering' in a while, but - yes - I do believe that - literally and metaphorically - it can be very healing.

    "the air is sweet offering,
    unseasoned firewood, fresh chopped cords,
    some stacked, some piled, waiting—
    for lifting by strong arms"

    . . . beautiful writing!

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  7. This is a poignant, tender, and brilliant poem. I like how offering hints at the last part, which can be read in different ways but which I read in a spiritual sense.

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  8. Uplifting to read tonight Jennifer ~ Beautiful as always ~

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Thank you for your thoughts!