Amy Secrist

Tag: Catholic poetry

  • Edge of Earth

    I see edge of earth dipping below horizon where blue light of morning filters upward with cloud-cover and birdwing. I hear cries of little ones stretch each other thin and scratch through melting patience of a forgiveness-filled house. I smell planting season beneath closed windows where damp earth warms and waits for everything: rain sun seeds. I…

  • An Ars Poetica

    You are my gift, dear poem, you are like my breath; you wake me, and sing me to sleep. You are my gift, dear poetry, you are like my life’s blood; you energize me and carry me on. You are my gift, dear writing, you are like my body; you move me and support my soul.…

  • Catch the Sky

    It is not ubiquitous, not demanding or dark, not boisterous or boring, but kind and content, this quietude, this inner equanimity, this rarity, this royal rock, this silent, still, radiance of peace; it comes out of wind, a dove in free-fall catching the sky with its wings and liting on the soul, this heart-space, this ever-present entity of…