Archive for November, 2017

Isaac Unbound

amywink November 30th, 2017

Isaac Unbound

At least Abraham knew
what he was asked
to give, the gift
he had been given
for his kindness
and in his devotion,
and to our horror,
handed back.

This isn’t always the case,
knowing what we are asked
to give back, to lay down,
to prepare in sacrifice
simply because we
have been asked.

Perhaps that is the only way
to be able to bind
the precious thing,
the beloved gift
we hold in our hearts,
only because we have been asked
something we cannot refuse
because of devotion, or faith
or unquestioned understanding
of the more important call.

Simply because we cannot refuse.

God answered Abraham’s devotion
swiftly because who would have
hung onto that story if we’d had to
wait years for the ram in the bushes?
the knife forever poised over the child?
Wondering what happens between
the binding and the sacrifice?

Sometimes we do not know
all that we have given until
the work has been completed,
the dutiful task finished
and the gift
we’d bound returns,
increased by multitudes,
in abundance so astonishing
we stand in wonder
and disbelief
at the unbound future
until we realize our
Isaac is what we gave,
and to us,
our bright Isaac
returns, rising each day
unbound and
full of laughter

and we may again
hold close that
beloved gift
of our hearts
filled with joy,
filled with life.


amywink November 26th, 2017


Suddenly and slowly
freed, I am learning
to live undiminished,
to say yes and move
in directions
I might never
have chanced
before, just risking,
to see what may happen,
to see what may now
be true, out of what
was not always
true before.

I am always
moving now, toward
each chance for
joy, freely chosen,
discovered by
the light of
this newly
undiminished self.


amywink November 19th, 2017


As my father falls asleep,
he asks so quietly,
are you going to take me home?
Are you going to take me home?

And I have no answer
that will not shatter
my voice so instead,
in the silence of my
breaking heart,
I ask for him to sleep.

After his breathing
evens into sleep,
an answer comes,
late as always, but
an answer all the same.

Yes, I am taking you home
I will take you
all the way home
but not just now,
just for this moment,
however long we
have together,
we are always
together already home.

Open Heart

amywink November 18th, 2017

Open Heart

How wide
can the heart
break open?

As wide as
is necessary
for all
the light,
for all
the love
for all
the kindness
for all
the world.

As wide as
is necessary
to never

The Children of My Oldest Friends

amywink November 6th, 2017

The Children of My Oldest Friends
_For Leah, Toni, and Sharon

I was holding
someone else’s
child, asleep
across my lap,
when I knew
that would not be
the story of my life.
I worked, driven,
toward a different
kind of creating future,
one now coming
to fruition in this moment
a quarter century later,
in this moment
when the children
of my oldest friends,
daughters and sons,
enter the world changed
and changing still,
and I see, with
such illuminating joy,
in their bright faces,
those faces of
my dearest friends,
my unrelated kin,
who I first loved
in the world,
who saw,
and knew,
and loved,
without requirement
or condition other than
the growing pleasure
of my company.