Poem: Yardwork

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– […]

7.14.15 – 5.8.20

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, […]