Tag: Catholic poetry
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The Immeasurable
My days are measured in stacks of clothes and dishes, morning passing into night through plates of food and containers of water. I remember yesterday in the deliciousness of re-warmed stew; I see the future in little pajama-shirts I will never fold again. My children’s days are measured in the cards they will play and…
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Autumn comes cleanly into my day.
Autumn comes cleanly into my day. It has us wearing jackets and opening windows, stacking books and rearranging toys; it has us moving furniture and wiping baseboards, walking to school and praying in church. The three little ones and I stop in at the sanctuary. We are there with two women, mopping and dusting, and we…
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Living Miracles
These miracles, so bright I cover my eyes; they bound, glide, skip before me and beside. She rides his old training bike with eyes halfway closed; he jukes and zags in front as she laughs from her toes, and the little girl plays “touch each stone” along the way; then it’s “touch the shoulder” when…
Amy Secrist 