by Emily Wierenga | Sep 11, 2011 | Uncategorized
It was university and we were in chapel, singing, when the hymn broke in two with the towers and the news camera, all shaky as my knees and the other students standing as I folded and cried. This Canadian girl.(Won’t you join me here for the rest of this story,... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 9, 2011 | Uncategorized
(Thank you, dear Jo from Mylestones, for these words on 9/11, and the God who hates suffering…)He asked if I knew about the towers falling down, did I remember and was I there. I slid the sliced apples onto his plate, prepared for snack time, but not for this.... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 7, 2011 | Uncategorized
summer is falling golden and the combines cutting crops into cash. steel aluminum pots boil apples and the oven afire with crisp and pie, and you can smell the cinnamon as you walk the road strewn with autumn. everywhere children in school, their shoes squeaky new and... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 6, 2011 | Uncategorized
i don’t have the patience for knitting and i’m not big on playing. but give me a wound and i’ll kiss it better, and give me a canvas and i’ll paint you a picture. and so i give aiden what i know, this tender vision which arts the world. this... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 5, 2011 | Uncategorized
aiden wanders down trails strewn with corn husks and i wonder what i’m missing. i wish my shadow was as long as his, stretching across people’s paths stopping to kiss them and squealing over them as if nothing else, no one else, for he is Jesus that way....