Amy Secrist

Tag: waiting

  • For My Husband on His Birthday (or, of winter and waiting)

    This winter lasts, but our time moves steadily from its first unfolding, and we find ourselves in the already but not yet of the journey.  Green plants push through dirt beneath the frozen snow.  Sunlight shines through windows covered with a long winter’s filmy grime.  We wait for warmth and wait for wisdom.  We are…

  • Waiting Through

    The glass door is decorated with nose-smudges,tongue-presses, and who-knows-what kinds of fingerprintswhile the Christmas window-clings lie sparkling on the floor. Advent has popped upon the top of me,quick on the heels of a slow-in-coming Autumn,a Thanksgiving whose late appearance leaves me rattling. Our hand-made turkeys still hang on the wall,probable witnesses to the Epiphany this…

  • I hear the wind in the oaks and locusts

    I hear the wind in the oaks and locusts behind me but feel nothing. Then it hits me wicking my hair away from my ears. It carries the smack of collisions– of bat and ball, of ball and glove– and shouts, deep shouts of “strike,” “out,” even the old “atta boy! ” Trucks, cars, and…