My Journal
God’s Waiting Room
October 9, 2017 Scene: The lights come up revealing a sparsely furnished inner office separated from a larger waiting room outside, such as you might find in any medical clinic or law office. A quiet tap on the door. The bearded man looks up from his desk, peering…
Light-Flinging
Light-Flinging Wouldn’t it be fun If instead of mud-slinging, People and politics were more about light-flinging? What needs to seen? What’s there to be healed? Instead of lobbing bombs or bullets or barbed words that cut deep We could shine the light of…
My Heart’s Lessons
“There is nothing wrong with your [my] heart.” After some vague but scary symptoms set off two months of increasingly invasive tests that culminated in a cardiac catheterization procedure on the morning of New Year’s Eve, hearing that sentence was welcome news. I took…
Continuity
“As long as there’s one person on earth who remembers you, it isn’t over” —Oscar Hammerstein In the first months my daughter was home I would look into her face and marvel, wondering at how familiar the look she gave me was. From where did I know…
What Darkness Does
January, 2017 What #darkness does is bring us close, closer together, closer to the #Light. So it has always been, since first we left the trees and congregated around fires to tell the stories that make us who we are. The woman sitting and knitting in the back of…
Between what we are and what we could be
Between then and tomorrow (c) Amy Marchand Collins, June 2020 Liminality Rhymes with criminality An assumption laid on some folks Due to the color of their skin. So much we take for granted So many places where My white skin and privilege gets me in It means…
Swish
© June 21, 2017 Swish Swish-A swirl of blackness, gone already before you realize she is here. Wounded. Leviathan. From the darkest deeps Lashing out. Angry. Betrayed! Well, yes. She was. And she scarcely knows which she wants more: to howl with grief and rage and…