Amy Secrist

Tag: Presence of God

  • The sight of him

    The sight of him, looking out of the window, is like the presence of God. His cheeks sit warm and plump on his little face:  plums curving perfectly in the sun; his lips, puffy and glistening, sit above his small chin:  dew-covered honeysuckle in the morning. The chair cradles his little-boy body, strapped in and…

  • Signs

    A flash of silver catches my eye – my cheek is on the carpet as I flatten my shoulder, reaching beneath the side table, taking hold of the lost pacifier – I see the silver undercarriage of a toy car lying on its roof, tires aloft. I rescue it, too, then roll onto my side,…