Morning

When the air is fresh

you feel it:  you get stronger

with each breath.

Your son

is slicing oranges

and it’s so sweet—

he’s so sweet—the scent

of his golden-brown hair

warm with sun.

The old deck creaks a bit

as you walk on it,

cracked and weather worn

as you are,

but still here,

still here.

© 2019 Jennifer Wagner

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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