Amy Secrist

Tag: Christ’s love

  • At the Window

    He says,“Mom, come here, Mom,come here a second, Mom.Look out the window.  D’you hear that?Bird?  D’you hear that bird, owl?  Shhh, listen.” Then he tells me,“Your lap, Mom.  I want to sit on your lap, Mom.Fall asleep on you.  Ok?” I say,“Yes, coming.  Just a moment.I see, yes, I hear it.  Mourning dove, I think.”…

  • 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,…