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Natural Habitat

By Megan Wilcox Goates

I recently returned from our family’s annual pilgrimage to Yellowstone National Park, where this weird little vignette transpired: Picture a cluster of rough-rider cabins at Roosevelt, in the isolated northeast corner of the park. I waved goodbye to my sister and her family, who were piling into their car, turned, and walked briskly to my …

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Sweet, Sad December

By Megan Wilcox Goates

I have a theory about Christmases past. It is this: most happy Christmases blend together. It’s the hard years that stand out. Somebody stitch that on a throw pillow for me. Is vinyl lettering as home decor still a thing? Stick this on the wall near the Christmas tree: Happy Christmases…meh. It reminds me of how …

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End-of-Life Lessons

By Megan Wilcox Goates

My dad is the sort of person who eschews purchased gifts, preferring handmade items or acts of service. More than once over the last few years, I have offered to write his life stories down. He liked this offer and thanked me, but didn’t want to actually sit with me and talk about anything. The …

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Is This Enough?

By Linda Hoffman Kimball

 

Is This Enough?

Ruminations on Romans 7:19-25

When the deacon stands in front of me
with the sacrament tray
I pick the first piece I touch.

As I lift it to my mouth,
I see that it is
hardly more than
a crumb.

Is this enough?

I am tiny, too,
nearly nameless
with a thimble full of sins.

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Mortality

By Julie Nelson

“even we . . . groan within ourselves, waiting for the adoption . . . the redemption of our body.” Romans 8:23 We wander on a wandering planet, with creatures muted, lost in weary wilderness. Valleys carve a cavity for sorrows, oceans, a catalogue of tears. We are foreigners, foraging remains of home and belonging, longing …

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Rock the Boat (don’t tip the boat over…)

By Jennifer Whitcomb

You know how you can pinpoint the exact place and time you were when you learned about the events on September 11th? Certain days become frozen in time; indelible impressions that mark a change. On 9-11 I was leaving to shop for a washing machine. My in-laws were visiting. My mother-in-law was upstairs ironing. There aren’t many events in life that leave impressions as unforgettable as this one was for me. There comes the realization that something horrible is happening—that forms the lump in your throat; the pit in your stomach: The thing that rocks your boat.

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Holding My Grandson, Come to Land This Morning

By Judith Curtis

I swaddle you tight to mimic the watery womb of your metamorphosis, where you emerged, tugged by froggy legs from your mother’s belly not two hours ago. The doctor cut you free from the enchanted pond of your gestation and laid you on her chest, a lump of jelled flesh held together by waxed skin, …

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Eve’s Blood

By Elizabeth Cranford Garcia

Did Eve fear death the first time she bled? Did she yell for Adam, sweating from his labor, to come running, afraid he would be alone again? How many days did she wait and wonder, cleaning, bleeding, avoiding her husband’s glances and rough hands? Did she dress and trudge through mud to the altar kneeling …

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Truth Beautiful

By Elaine Rumsey Wagner

I remember sitting in my grandmother’s kitchen Surrounded by the warmth of the wood furnace, stoked hot Against the four-foot drifts of the Snake River Plain outside. She told me how beautiful I was, Her creased hands against my cheeks. She talked about the beauty of youth that doesn’t need Lipstick and cream blushers. Her …

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On the Eighth Day

“And they heard the voice of the Lord God walking in the garden . . .” Genesis 3:8 You should have seen her face— wrung with shame, a tear cradled against one nostril. Nothing could have prepared her for the ache she felt in the shadow of her father’s disappointment. It wasn’t that she had …

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