Amy Secrist

Tag: constancy

  • The Lord’s Joy

    The Lord’s joy beats like hearts, opens like clouds, rises like suns, waits to be found.

  • 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.”…