Amy Secrist

Tag: Catholic poetry

  • Even More

    A wise friend has said, “Yoga is a fine fuel;” it keeps us going, sometimes for ages, past our last practice. Indeed, it is the repetition of the little movements and breaths of our days that come back to us when we’ve nothing left to give – it is the cardinal’s red flash across our…

  • Hidden behind thick, deep green magnolia leaves,

    “Look at the birds in the sky; they do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are not you more important than they?” ~Matthew 6:26 Hidden behind thick, deep green magnolia leaves, (Extreme Endeavor) Hidden behind thick, deep green magnolia leaves, tucked between branching limbs, she sits,…

  • Nature

    My soul must be crooked – not curved – I mean. It must have angles and open boxes, not fissures, cracks, or splits, but myriad unclosed cubes. For as round as my universe is, for all the atmosphere and vaporous aura, for the spheres of planets and bright balls of gas shining around my sky,…