Jennifer Jane
Where Music Moves
POETRY
IN THE WILDERNESS Your blood is my best dress Your smile is my best defence Your shadow is where I sing It's where I sing, In my best dress. Your Hope is my favorite escape Your Peace is my favorite friend Your Joy is why I sing it's why I sing. I learned Hope in the wilderness wore my best dress in the wilderness You were enough in the wilderness You were my rock in the wilderness were my bread in the wilderness You were enough You are enough I learned Hope in the wilderness.
FLY You said I would fly but I've only crawled except when I fly to You. You said I would fly but I've only stumbled except when I fly in You. You said I would fly but I've only fallen except when I fly for You.
THE WIK INSIDE Pour I saw the liquid of the fire Pour and it connected, connecting like electricity on a wave to the wik inside. the wik inside Heaven to the wik inside. pour Your Heaven to the wik inside. Connecting, connecting to the wik inside. the wik inside.
COME IN, OUTSIDE open, open it open, open it, to me to us, who are waiting for You to open, open us make it green. make it green. open it, open spring. open, open it, open spring. make it green. swinging on it too. swinging on it too. green. the green of spring. swinging on it. open door. open doors. open that door to green. It's green. it's outside. open, open to it open, open to it. open, it's open, outside open, come in outside come in.
SPEAK OF THIS And that night, the wild soul was rushing waves, rolling out of the secret places where nobody goes, but the wind Many things stood timeless in stillness of moment that was too deep to see except to swim in, with a naked eye And I, let the wild soul, sing her crashing over rocks and through beds of clay, where Love lay weeping and now, singing songs of pain Perhaps again. Unless a poet comes to speak of this and to set me free...
MY TOWER Look at my tower it's leaning. It looks like I've failed, my life is leaning like the Tower of Pisa. But look at my tower, it's leaning on You. My God, You hold me, and You hold my tower. when it seems like it's falling. when it seems like I'm falling. Look at my tower. it's leaning on You.
DIAMOND INTO DUST like a diamond into dust like us like an arrow into mist I must watch the ice break feel the ice fall and become nothing and become everything become the future There is no other place for my heart but below, the river vaste and empty full and hungry for our soul the watery grave like tears from the flames like a falling star
SILVER BOOTS silver boots silver boots, touch the roots oh touch the roots, unto my silver boots. reach up to my thigh roots, reach up high oh, I've touched the roots with my silver boots. now touch my thigh sky, touch my thigh roots, come up through my silver boots. my hands are high held by the roots stretched up through the roots touched by my silver boots. my hands touch the sky of Your eye, Your eye upon the roots Your eye, upon this thirst in the ground, this thirst of the roots I've touched with my silver boots. I've touched Your hunger with my thirst I've touched Your hunger with my thirst I've touched Your hunger with my thirst from the roots, up, up, up through my silver boots my silver boots, my silver boots have touched the roots.