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.
Tag Archives: healing poetry
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.
Awakening. A poem.
From the Fireflies collection.