Go

my second born beautiful son

Who told you

you don’t have wings?

Their hearts

are just too small

to carry dreams.

Go, carry my heart

with you,

as you always have.

Change the world,

sing.

© 2019 Jennifer Wagner

You Are There

The stars are wish enough

with the grass

soft and cool beneath me,

the sky, dark,

but for those

indomitable lights

cradled in the expanse

of something bigger.

Content to be small

in the midst of so much

declaration, I,

the sky, earth, lit

and knit together

like Joseph’s sweater

in love lavished, brightly

cloaked favor,

find truth,

revelation.

© 2019 Jennifer Wagner

Joseph’s sweater:  Joseph’s tunic given to him by his father in Genesis 37.

Revelation 4:11

Catch and Release

Carillon Point

Photo © 2019 Jennifer Wagner

It wasn’t the briny olives,

the creamy fromage.

It wasn’t the tender duck confit.

It wasn’t even the cascade

of twilight on harbored boats

on which we imagined

ourselves adventuring.

It was you, in your fisherman sweater,

blue-green eyes sparkling,

hooking deep to give me back

my heart and bones,

returning all my loss, tossed

in the fracturing, titanic wind,

holding me to my dreams

and why I’d dreamt them.

© 2019 Jennifer Wagner