Jan G. Otterstrom F.

Home About Jan Poems Books Order Online Gallery



We are transient inhabitants
in a lost or found, dark wood
light and shade embrace
a Sabbath day, stillness holds
leaves, while raucous saints
parade, circle streets around
angry heaven rumbles, noise
of thunder reverberates
as we wait for messengers
promised for this exact date
our prayers lift up not too late.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. September 20, 2015