I heard you bought a crib

{for Sara Sophia in response to this}

There is still, always, gratitude – in all things,

old eyes removed with spit and mud,

shirts to be repurposed,

but not only shirts, not only eyes.

There, in the bottomland, where certain seeds used to plant,

where it feels barren, Sarai’s voice echoing,

a flood is coming, and with it is Secret Name,

an invisible blood tie, your spirit expanding.

Ah, I make no sense. Redemption never does.

The brimming cup fills like laughter in a belly.

The night is over. Wake up and see this morning.

Gladfires burn.

About me


What I Knew In My Dying Day: a Wild in the Hollow Guest Post by Tara Owens
August 19, 2015
Condemnation on the Molehill
June 08, 2015
Tools for the Highly Sensitive Mother: An Introduction
April 27, 2015
String Theory
June 05, 2014
The Uncouth: The Hormonal
May 12, 2014
What Mothers Me
April 01, 2014
Fan into Flame
August 28, 2013
Learning How to Eat (and a giveaway of Mom in the Mirror)
May 20, 2013
A Haines Home Companion: Alter
February 22, 2013


To Think Is To Create
Reply February 25, 2010

"...an invisible blood tie."


Pure beauty, dear sister.

Reply February 25, 2010

Goosebumps while reading this...

Reply February 25, 2010

This is my favorite thing today. I read it this morning and it's been haunting my steps ever since. Thank you for such a great reminder. Beauty for ashes.

Sara Sophia
Reply February 25, 2010

My soul-cry heard.
My mending; each patch making the more complete.

Beauty for ashes, yes.
Wholeness for every broken piece.
Perfection for each mistake.

How the love is.
How the love grows.
Filling up and rushing over
until the whole world is under the waters of grace.

And we swim.

Reply February 25, 2010

You make such perfect sense. Comforting and loving - beautiful Amber.

Casual Friday Every Day
Reply February 26, 2010

I don't even know what to say...just know you've touched another reader.


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