Poetry
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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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To My Younger Mom Self
If I could say one thing to her— You’re going to be off balance for a little awhile, then a week before your son turns five he will burst into the kitchen, wonder what you’re doing, discover you’re in there making chocolate brownies from a box. And you’ll be smiling, toppling over, just trying to… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 