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Motherhood by Laundry Load – a poem of transformation
it was like so many otherMondays,but now she was nearly9 months oldand I was folding laundry slow,those muslin cloths with goats and owlsand edges thick withhappy lace,my hands heavywith the sweetnessfingering through theseasonscascading in unshedtearsbehind my eyes. motherhood— I’ve never been morechangeddoing the same loadsof laundryover and over and overagain. –S.V.F. / Laundry Loads read… Continue reading
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For the Christian Fighting for Their Very Life (spoiler: you go free)
I want youalone,dismayed. I want youfrozen intime. I want yourlimbsunmovingand both lungsbreathless,reeling. I want youpale withterror. I want youdoubting,spiraling. I want youpreservedin shame. I want darknessechoingin your mind. I want youinsane. But I scream out for the LORD and He hears my voice. And I remember there is nothing that can separate me from Him.… Continue reading
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How I Spend Late Summer Days in my California Garden
In these days which are neither height of bustling summer nor invigorating rush of autumn’s beginning, I start to notice the change in light, my gaze is pushed past the withering sunflowers to the sky. I’m drawn to the the blue canopy above. Everything dying pushes my gaze up, up, up. Isn’t that just like… Continue reading
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Lake Day – a poem for this mama’s broken heart
I might break beneathgood things,my son running inwith grasshoppers caughtin Grandpa’s field;he goes to kindergartenin only a week. but later I might break beneathsad thingsmy world closing inon the living floor,reality hits harder in the opensaying those words aloud;feels like a death, feels like a funeral.I still don’t cry the tears that try,that should have… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 