Amy Secrist

Tag: Catholic poetry

  • Gifts

    My girls bring flowers they pick from around our brick house, sprigs of lavender, blooms of crysanthemum, leaves of weigela.  I fill the clear glass jar with indigo, orange, and burgundy. Like God on my sill it sits, gifts from gifts.

  • A Two-Year-Old Prayer

    I change his diaperon the bedroom floor.White carpet, toys all around.He grabs the book beside himand asks me to read.I can’t since one hand is holding himand the other is busy, and then he says,“…father, son, holy spirit,bless Jesus, and Mary,and not be sick, and not worry,and not hit…amen…”I continue the messy workwhile he inquires…

  • Sweet Emmanuel

    Chocolate milk in the morning,knee-high hugs good-bye,chocolate-spotted suit pants,dark stains that won’t dry. In what disguise will he turn up today?Distressing, calm, or well?It seems he sleeps and wakes within us,sweet, Sweet Emmanuel. We are each a Christ to one another,each harnessing a dove.We are Christ to each other,loving and being loved.      …