by Emily Wierenga | Nov 29, 2011 | Uncategorized
“be careful of the ice, emily,” he says and he watches my step, for fear i might fall.”it’s my job to worry about you,” he says when i try to smooth the wrinkles in his face.me staring at his profile in the dark when the children are...
by Emily Wierenga | Nov 28, 2011 | Uncategorized
we crouch by his door, trent and i, and aiden is awake and standing by his bed, and we’re sneaking up on him, to surprise him with love and we count, 1, 2, 3, then open and pounce and it’s amazing grace, the sound of a child laughing and we do family time,...
by Emily Wierenga | Nov 25, 2011 | Uncategorized
I was born bathed in blood. Exposed and helpless, I don’t remember the tears and sweat that brought me to this world, the waters of suffering and sacrifice. Those things are my mother’s story. I only felt red cold fear. I am from Adam’s seed and with...
by Emily Wierenga | Nov 23, 2011 | Uncategorized
the phone now, and trent answers. his voice wobbles like the spinning top we bought in mexico. and i hug our boys on the bedroom floor. he hangs up the phone, face ashen; holds us with his eyes. “one of my students lost his dad tonight. a farming accident, tore...
by Emily Wierenga | Nov 21, 2011 | Uncategorized
“don’t forget about the dandelion” my sister tells me, and i nearly cry remembering the gangly-looking thing she brought me years ago, saying God had told her to give it to me. saying it represented my writing career.”i wanted to give you a...
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...
