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....
by Emily Wierenga | Sep 3, 2011 | Uncategorized
he holds me, tells me he’s sorry and he smells of chalk and speed stick. and i think, ‘he shouldn’t be sorry. he did nothing wrong.’ i’d pulled potatoes from ground and carrots from stem and aiden and i, we’d made footprints in the...
by Emily Wierenga | Aug 31, 2011 | Uncategorized
he suggested i take a walk. he saw it in my eyes, this need for a walk, and he suggested i put feet to gravel while he took the kids in the car and we’d meet at oma’s. and so i did, waving as they passed and the sky a blue cardigan on old-lady earth, her...
by Emily Wierenga | Aug 30, 2011 | Uncategorized
i am one year in this dutch town and the sunflowers are seeding, all orange and yellow like pumpkin loaf and the geese are calling, a haunted sound and i flap my arms and pretend to fly. i cut the stems of these flowering suns and i bring them inside, i bring autumn...
by Emily Wierenga | Aug 29, 2011 | Uncategorized
He laughs and around us, mountains, the kind you can run to and we run together, a family of odd-sorts: Mum in her new floral shirt and Dad in his “holiday” blue jeans and my brother with his Blackberry, his two kids in bed and Allison, the piano player and we stare...
by Emily Wierenga | Aug 27, 2011 | Uncategorized
we ponder these things like mary did, in a coffeeshop stacked high with spines the color of crayons and we drink decaf and she talks of prayer. of the way it happens when night folds with gown against baby’s cheek. of the way “God holds me as i hold my...
