In Faith and Gardens and Appalachia
Yardwork Do not rush to mow the lawn, dear– The bees are on the clover blooms; A Cabbage White drinks from a dandelion. Are they not angels too? Is their feeding not holy? And all we have to do is do nothing– The Kingdom is at hand! Placed in motion at the onset of creation– […]
The Architecture of Our Blood by Amanda Wenisch I can learn nothing from treesabout the architecture of our blood.What use is there in tracing back a lineto Scottish chicken farmers, hungry Irish, or curly-headed Brits?I know it full in my prints —the anger in the angles,the beams of thick spiritual zest,the floors muddy and beaten […]
7.14.15 by Amanda Wenisch Squash blossoms open into five-point starsAnd wave in a constellation from the garden, promising fruit soon.Today, New Horizons showed us Pluto after soaring through space for nine years.It shakes loose in me some doubt of God.How can in this vastness anything be sure?How can anything see me, know me, love me, […]
You Shall Feed Her by Amanda Wenisch Hike to the back mountain.There where the wild trilliums grow on the creek bank, steep.They bloom through the dead leaves, white bursts of promise.You will have to straddle the ground to steady yourself, squat low to get them. A snake may crawl about your ankles.Braid the stems into […]