A Feather in Winter by Michele Morin “The feather flew, not because of anything in itself, but because the air bore it along. Thus am I a feather on the breath of God.” Hildegarde of Bingen Sister Hildegarde knew we are all “feathers on the breath of God,” and it’s an image I struggle toContinue reading “A Feather in Winter”
Category Archives: Poetry
After Christmas
After Christmas by Cheryl Grey Bostrom Ache, your velocity rises with the drop in my heart’s barometer. No windbreaks here, you grow to a howl in my mown inner fields—low pressure zones, short of breath because those I love have flown home again, crossed state lines, and my arms are empty. Ache, you swirl memoryContinue reading “After Christmas”
Sleeping Beauty
Sleeping Beauty by Katelyn Jane Dixon Before the beginning, I imagine our world as a tiny diamond floating in space, a rock among countless shining others. Not special, but waiting— little knowing she was about to be kissed awake. I imagine You, in all your solitary splendor. not needing, but wanting— leaning forward with aContinue reading “Sleeping Beauty”
The Garment of Sadness
The Garment of Sadness by Paula Peckham Sadness is a heavy garment. A well-made garment, with tightly-sewn seams. We can forget—for a moment—that we wear it. It would be easy to drown under that garment. So easy. But faith is persistent. Insistent. And it seeps through those tightly-sewn seams one drip at a time. Unceasing.Continue reading “The Garment of Sadness”
The Work of The Garden
The Work of the Garden by Michele Morin There are no minutes in the garden– only rows, a measure not of time, but of task. In the first garden, Adam was given the task of naming: zebra and musk ox; cheetah and gerbil. He punched no clock, but poured out creativity, fulfilling his role. EveContinue reading “The Work of The Garden”
The Body Speaks
The Body Speaks by Gina Butz The knots in my shoulders are where I store all my secrets all the unspoken emotions the burdens I wouldn’t give to someone else They live there, huddled together weighing me down If I could open them, a flood of a thousand tears would pour out The unspoken griefContinue reading “The Body Speaks”
The Gardener
The Gardener by Wemi Omotosho I’d heard it said. Rumours, whispers, conversations. Masses declared it. Proclamations of hope that He made all things new. I looked around the muck saw the mess and dirt. How can He make this new? Wanting to live like His daughter but failing to do better hypocrisy nipped at myContinue reading “The Gardener”
Awakening
Awakening by Susanna Makinson We are a precarious people, never quite fitting our skin until the time has passed to be lithe and fluid within in. But loss, I believe, forces us to bloom or wither. And the pain suddenly, like thorns at our brow, awakens us, though we never knew we were sleeping.Continue reading “Awakening”
Resurrection
Resurrection by Michele Morin “As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourishes. For the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and the place thereof remembers it no more.” Psalm 103:15, 16 Every day there are fewer shingles — and more bare roof. EveryContinue reading “Resurrection”
Gilt Gift
Gilt Gift by Jody Collins Sometimes I guilt myself right out of joy. Like the surprise of an iridescent butterfly from an unsightly cocoon, who would expect this shimmering show in morning sunlight? My eyes trained on Northwest firs framed in blue, frosted feeders, feathered presents hidden among the trees. Moments pass. I’ve heldContinue reading “Gilt Gift”
Awake Our Hearts 