Amy Secrist

Tag: love

  • Soft Ground

    It’s delicate, the egg and womb, the egg and nest, the egg and the world. I’m walking on Spring’s soft ground, a long thought, winding through broken light, sweeping over blue sky, living in God’s big love.

  • Arcing Horizon

    When we drive our repetitive routes through town, my littlest shares her thoughts, “When I see far-away I think of Grandma and is that Grandma’s house…?” I look over the pavement, the fields, to the conifer-covered hills and think, I am on a hill far away, too.

  • Shifting Focus

    The iced trees still reach skyward, their sheathed branches waiting, the crystal water sparkling like a million earth-bound stars, so many miniature spheres of fire yet nothing melts. The thing that covers us in grief, ashen and blank, covers us golden.