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Lent: Lament

amywink February 19th, 2018

Lent: Lament

Tell me there was some one,
at least one, who was kind.

Who could there be no one?

No one who turned?
No one who saw?
No one who reached?
No one who walked
toward your trouble,
just to be with you there,
just so you were not alone?

How was there no one?

I think of my own troubles,
and those who showed up,
just to be present,
just to be,
knowing so little
could be said,
just to be sanctuary
in the darkness,
so I could see
perhaps even
just the palest light.

I think of the times
I have turned toward
someone’s trouble.

How could there be no one?

How can there still be no one
walking toward this trouble?

Be careful what you ask for

amywink December 14th, 2017

Be Careful What You Ask For

How difficult it
must have been
for my mother
who planned
and willed
and prayed
for a daughter
like herself, to realize
her prayer was answered
with some one more,
more real,
more powerful
more frightening
and yet more beloved
than she thought possible.

This daughter who would not
be molded like porcelain clay,
who would not turn her head,
even at her mother’s request,
but who would instead,
set her jaw and mind
against the boundaries
of her mother’s life
this daughter who would
continually push against
those confinements,
an uncompliant Eve,
intent to bend all arbitrary rules
to the point of breaking
so that we might all be freed,
into our own Edens,

This daughter, an answered prayer
for the freedom she was afraid
to know she wanted.

“I miss my little boy”

amywink December 3rd, 2017

“I miss my little boy”

In the presence of
our friend’s deepest grief,
the rending of her heart
tears at both of us
while we listen,
wanting to say
to ease her
unrelenting hurt,
as if words could
mend what only
time may change.

But there is
simply nothing
we can do
as she breaks
before us shattering
in grief
in anger
in fear
in longing for
her bright boy,
now gone.

In her wailing darkness
all we can do
is be with her
while she breaks
and breaks,
and breaks,

be with her in her
unfathomable pain,
be with her,
be with her,
be in her
her broken
yet unbreaking

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.

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