by Emily Wierenga | Mar 13, 2011 | Uncategorized
the seeds fragment tiny in cup of palm and i tuck them in soil fingernails black for the garden, and i can’t stop cryinglight from the day wanders window through, i dip my hand in the bag of earth while outside, winter wearies, and there’s something lenten... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 10, 2011 | Uncategorized
i asked beautiful nic of 60piggies to tell us how she teaches her four little ones about God, and his grace… when i pause between herding legos and nomadic socks long enough to consider the task of parenting, its gravity is stunning: nourish and defend actual... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 9, 2011 | Uncategorized
we sit, table round, coffee and pastries and children pooling cars and duplos and toys and we’re mothers making talk around the noise. “it’s my biggest fear,” i mouth around bite which flakes, “that i will get to heaven and God will say,... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 8, 2011 | Uncategorized
she made paintings, water on color and the pictures sang and the people praised and then she married my grand-dad, a police officer who was never home, and she had two kids, yvonne and peter and her easel became a thing to prop up the laundry, and the colors began to... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 6, 2011 | Uncategorized
he’s in his robe, the brown one with terry cloth and aiden, to bed, and the house is ours, the night a swing on which to dangle, me in my pajamas, the cotton ones and he puts a hand on the rounded place, the space that grows, the God whirling life... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 4, 2011 | Uncategorized
so there’s rob, in all of his blunders and follies and twitter scandals, in all of his passion and his walks through the rain and there’s his deep, deep eyes for people which makes me want to know the kind of God that whispers, “i love you...