Amy Secrist

Tag: daily living

  • Of a November Morning

    Venus adorns the morning’s crescent, a glowing diamond in this eastern sky, while waves of clouds roll beneath the moon’s waning, this daily joining in, a practiced participation, these lonely dives beneath love’s surface, breaking into rocks of selfishness where gleaming bands of diamonds speak about grace, sparkling mercies rolling beneath our smiles, countless gifts adorning our…

  • AnyWay

    Any way he can he gets his head on the floor. Again, the littlest one has plopped onto his bottom and thrown his head forward, his face between his bare feet on the hard ground. He looks up, sideways, still scream-crying to see where I am. I still stand holding the open applesauce pouch ready…

  • Remembering

    From the back of the van through the wild giggles, squabbling and screeching I hear: “Know what’s most important, Mom? You guys. You and Dad. I mean, I love my stuffed animals and all, but you guys are the most important.” The house is quiet now, and this memory floats to the top of my…