by Emily Wierenga | Nov 18, 2011 | Uncategorized
i saw the potter”i saw the potter at his wheel” says jeremiahspeeding on the highway in the wet and cold, i’vesettledbetween hope and loneliness withall the songs on replay i have never finished listening& he wets the clay, hands dripping with... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 16, 2011 | Uncategorized
he stumbled down the street in his pajamas and cardigan, cars swerving around this old man who wore desperation on his face andif we truly knew the weight of the world, we would never rise from our knees.he didn’t see the cars, the way his face was twisted in... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 15, 2011 | Uncategorized
we walk, and we remember: trent’s papa, the man who did magic tricks and made gun powder in his kitchen and ate fried chicken every sunday, we remember his life and the lives of the saints, here in the snow.flags placed by the stones of the veterans, souls dug... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 13, 2011 | come thou fount, guitar, sister
… visiting with allison, one of my younger sisters this weekend, celebrating life and aiden’s birthday and our first snowfall and overall delighting in the circle of all things God. love you all… by Emily Wierenga | Nov 11, 2011 | Uncategorized
An elderly woman in the waiting roomat the doctors office won’t stop staringat me, except when something drastichappens on the corner TV.It’s the afternoon stories, which all havethe same characters, just younger actors,they had when my aunt used to keep...