God – Amy K. Sorrells

all the joy. a poem.

the gentle wipe of the nose helped her breathe, but my tiny granddaughter cried, mad i paused her feeding. then i remembered: how much the unexpected lapses in life are just the Good Father, wiping us clean so we can inhale all the joy.

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keep going. a poem.

give them something to get them through the winter, God said. And so up came snowdrops and crocuses sassy and strong. and i, walking by, keep going.

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Thoughts on change.

Bob Dylan must have been prophetic. Because the times, they are a-changin’. No doubt when Dylan penned those words he was talking about the massive social upheaval happening at the time with the civil rights movement, wars and rumors of war, and much more in the early 1960s. And yet, sixty years later, change isContinue reading “Thoughts on change.”