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”
Category Archives: God
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”
It’s Out of Your Hands
I’ve been feeling some anxiety lately, that nasty little bug of an emotion that crawls in between your sheets each night, wriggling around so that all you can do is focus on it and where it might wriggle to next. Normally I’m not much of a worrier, but occasionally worry sneaks up on me andContinueContinue reading “It’s Out of Your Hands”
Last Words, Part One – "The People Stood Watching"
Last year for Easter, I participated in a project at our church to reflect on the seven stations of the cross and the last seven statements made by Jesus before his crucifixion. I thought maybe I’d share a few of these this year. A couple won’t show up right in the blog because of formattingContinueContinue reading “Last Words, Part One – "The People Stood Watching"”
Baby Spoons and the Crust
A lot of thought-provokers happened today during my 30-minute lunch break, and I can’t help but take a few minutes to reflect on them here before settling in with transcripts and info sheets and all of the other important tasks I have to do. Are kids you know picky about sandwich crusts? Lydia is. UnlessContinueContinue reading “Baby Spoons and the Crust”
The Explanation
The ExplanationThe baby that used to bein mommy’s bellyis in heaven nowwith Tex and Great Pop.Heaven is far away,beyond the clouds and sky,even farther than the moonand sun and stars. Godis in heaven, too, and Jesus,who loves the little babies.He lets them snugglein his arms the way I dowith you at night,when we read ourContinueContinue reading “The Explanation”
Mark Jarman Interview in Rattle Summer 2006
I’ve had a copy of the 25th issue of Rattle, a poetry literary journal, hanging out in my house for several months and finally picked it up to leaf through. This particular issue has a tribute to the best of Rattle as well as an interview with a poet I recently heard read at AWPContinueContinue reading “Mark Jarman Interview in Rattle Summer 2006”
Pushing Matchbox Cars
“Sow your seed in the morning, and at night let not your hands be idle, for you do not know which will succeed, whether this or that, or whether both will do equally well.” – Ecclesiastes 11:6That’s really all I want to say. I’ve tried to elaborate on this verse for the last fifteen minutesContinueContinue reading “Pushing Matchbox Cars”
Waltzing
Sometimes the way we move about each other feels choreographed, we’ve been practicing it so long. It is a good kind of dance, where your partner seems to have mastered the steps and knows right when to lead, when to dip, when to spin, how to maneuver you just right so you feel as ifContinueContinue reading “Waltzing”
Easter Saturdays
Easter Saturdays (tentative title because I stink at titles)Cars full of people split the swamp where my creek flows.They must not ponder, pause, stare at hollowed logs,branchless trunks and wonder about the end of winter,spring still a whisper in the trickle of cold water through the culvert.What does all this dying mean, this surrenderafter strivingContinueContinue reading “Easter Saturdays”
Sarah Marie Wells 