Author Archives: Sarah M. Wells

On the Eve of Henry’s Birthday

We’re creeping up on the final hours before Baby Henry is born, and we’re all eagerly waiting his safe arrival into the world.  It is hard to remember what it was like to have Lydia just over five years ago now, especially compared to how Elvis came into the world.  I have to admit toContinueContinue reading “On the Eve of Henry’s Birthday”

Vessels of Wrath and Their Destruction

In light of varying responses from Christians, non-Christians, Republicans, Democrats, et.al, it’s tempting to just say, “no comment” and move on with today’s news that Osama Bin Laden was killed last night.  Status updates on Facebook and Twitter feeds keep us within a certain character limit that is nowhere near sufficient for reflection.  If you find causeContinueContinue reading “Vessels of Wrath and Their Destruction”

Explaining Easter

Explaining Easter for Lydia, my three-year-oldImagine your marshmallow Peeps devouredby your brother without one lick of sticky sweetness, giant chocolate rabbit melted in the sun. Even your mother and father—those great false gods—have eaten every jelly bean.You hold your basket, empty.This is how Good Friday feels, waitingto be taken to the playground all day, thenrain,ContinueContinue reading “Explaining Easter”

Last Words Series, Part Six – "Enough"

Enough“Jesus called out with a loud voice, ‘Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.’When he had said this, he breathed his last.” – Luke 23:46Here I am, my son. Your struggle is over.It was near impossible to keep from turningtoward your cries. I felt each lash,wailed as they drove the nails. I blacked outContinueContinue reading “Last Words Series, Part Six – "Enough"”

Last Words Series – Part Five, "Drink"

Drink“Later, knowing that all was now completed,and so that the Scripture would be fulfilled,Jesus said, ‘I am thirsty.’” – John 19:28The fount of living waterbellows drought. I wantto lift a ladle, cold and pure, so you could be relieved. But I’m deceived with ease. My cup is sour, dilutethe wine from dirty cisterns. Nothing IContinueContinue reading “Last Words Series – Part Five, "Drink"”

Last Words Series, Part Four – "Fear"

FearI taste the juice of forbidden fruitdripping from Adam’s mouth.And in my hand, the dagger that killed Cain’s brother. My arms are sore from building Babel. Abraham’s fear rolls in my gut.I cling to Sodom as it burns, connivefor the birthright at Isaac’s bedside,stand by as my sons slaughter a city,hear the roar of weepingContinueContinue reading “Last Words Series, Part Four – "Fear"”

Last Words Series Part Three – "Mary at the Cross"

Mary at the CrossI am not old. A bewildered mothersince conception who stored up each moment. Now I will recall the way you reached for me, a babe, and only see your outstretched arms.Son, do not abandon me—every hourhas been mystery, how my Lord suckled at my breast, relied on me to learn the waysContinueContinue reading “Last Words Series Part Three – "Mary at the Cross"”

Last Words Series – Part Two, "Breath"

This poem wiggles around on the page and has funky spacing, but I thought I’d give it a shot here, because I don’t think you need to have the visual effect in order to read the poem. In fact, I’ve changed some of the line breaks for this post, just because. 🙂 Breath You areContinueContinue reading “Last Words Series – Part Two, "Breath"”