hope poems
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There Will Come a June (Just You Wait)
Rewind to the June we were neck-deep in infertility and you’ll find me in the photo below. Picking these flowers became such a special part of my summer season which was otherwise marked by the harshness of time. But there would come a day my miracle toddler son and I would go on a walk… Continue reading
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When Spring Is Hard to Feel…
Last week I unexpectedly found myself at my desert home due to a family emergency. I’ll not talk about that here, but I will share what has stuck out to me in these chaotic weeks of waiting and processing. And it is simply this… The morning birdsong was still so sweet despite the long hours of… Continue reading
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Laughing in the Cold
March blusters in with buttercups below winter-bare trees. And perhaps, we don’t much admire this month which is neither warm nor cold, beautiful or ugly, simply because it unravels much like the way our heart feels most the time. We are both winter and spring, joyful and grieving, growing old and becoming young again. A… Continue reading
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The Quiet Part (out loud)
When I was about 6 weeks pregnant with my son I remember quietly admitting to my sister-in-law that I knew how to trust God with pain, but I didn’t know how to trust Him with joy. I had long years in the crushing season of infertility and still there was life which rose from the… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 