Amy Secrist

Tag: love

  • 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…

  • Trust (I)

    I bounce a little and sway a little and turn myself in a slow circle; I pat Mr. I’m-18-Months-Old- And-I-Love-Toy-Cars on the back and wrap his soft arm around my neck. He rubs my shoulder with pudgy fingers. He makes quiet ooo-ooo-ing sounds. I bounce a little, sway a little and turn myself in a…

  • Stir my soul,

    Stir my soul, my God, let your spirit cover me, wake me, for now I fall asleep dreaming of you only to wake bleary, and forgetful. Send your Spirit to rest beneath me, beside me, like the small child who climbs, crawls, creates his own space and sits atop my hip, triumphant, as I lie…