Thursday, August 22, 2019


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

Saturday, August 17, 2019


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,

© 2019 Jennifer Wagner

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

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,

© 2019 Jennifer Wagner

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