Amy Secrist

Tag: life

  • December’s Eve

    This poem was written by a dear friend who decided our ideas were worthy of poetry. This is our organic, spontaneous, joyful collaboration. It spilled out of our connection, and she caught all the gems, arranging them with her time, effort, and energy, creating what you see below. We had been talking & texting about…

  • An All-Saints Kind of Gratitude

    I look back through Novemember’s just-hanging-on leaves, the negative space of our promises to drive through Malabar’s winding road, taking in October’s blasts of color. The weeks have whipped by, the leaves ignoring my requests to stay, to never fall away, and my melancholy drips bitter without the sweet. Then I see our love’s first fruits hanging on…

  • Fluttering Life

    I see the water-filled sky and its broken light; I see its clouds, swept milky-white. We’re practicing looking up, looking out and up rather than forward and down, and it’s working, the veil I’m almost seeing through is a fluttering life lived imperfectly within the vastness of God’s big heart.