canvaschild.wordpress.com
April | 2010 | imperfect prose
https://canvaschild.wordpress.com/2010/04
April 28, 2010 at 12:54 pm ( Uncategorized. I am a blogging nomad… visit me here, now, sweet friends: in the hush of the moon. Will you take care of me forever? April 23, 2010 at 12:56 pm ( Uncategorized. Face red he lies, eyes under pillow, me touching hand where the tarnished gold of ring digs deep worn farm-boy finger. he can’t move, for the migraine blinding fast, and i remember, eight years ago, me cooling fever-forehead and him asking shaky, “will you take care of me forever? And soon, to follow th...
canvaschild.wordpress.com
imperfect prose on thursdays | imperfect prose
https://canvaschild.wordpress.com/2010/07/15/imperfect-prose-on-thursdays
Imperfect prose on thursdays. July 15, 2010 at 5:21 pm ( Uncategorized. This is going to be a place where we dig word-deep. where we uncover language lure, and breathe poetry. prose. in the name of faith. We are broken people. let’s celebrate our redemption. let’s make a theology of the arts on thursdays. If you want to link up with me, just use the button code below, or guide your readers to “in the hush of the moon.”. Center a href=” http:/ canvaschild.blogspot.com/” img. July 16, 2010 at 1:58 am.
canvaschild.wordpress.com
gasp for grace | imperfect prose
https://canvaschild.wordpress.com/2010/04/07/gasp-for-grace
April 7, 2010 at 12:40 pm ( Uncategorized. He doesn’t know i’m watching him. little feet slipping fuzzy-socked leaping high on floor-boards, arms stretched wide as if to die on unseen cross only he’s very much alive, chuckling at the colours in the room, at the sounds and smells and sights only baby-eyes can see and i stop doing mother things to feel the grace in this undone moment. Grace in the un-doing. in the un-being. in the un-aware. Find more stories of the holy at. April 7, 2010 at 1:37 pm. Fill i...
canvaschild.wordpress.com
December | 2009 | imperfect prose
https://canvaschild.wordpress.com/2009/12
December 21, 2009 at 3:51 pm ( Uncategorized. We sit, listen to the pastor speak of Mary and her blessed being… her womb opening like butterfly cocoon, letting the spirit of God fly into a world hungry for the miraculous…. And i wonder,. Doesn’t he, humble earth-father, deserve some credit? 8230; my mind drifts back to over a year ago… trying for a baby… both of us being tested; husband shuddering to think perhaps it was him–so humbling for a man. God the Father: Joseph’s surrogate…. Giving Birth to Joy.
canvaschild.wordpress.com
whispers of flame | imperfect prose
https://canvaschild.wordpress.com/2010/04/12/whispers-of-flame
April 12, 2010 at 3:29 pm ( Uncategorized. Now we’re home, i put baby to bed, tuck Linda’s. Hand-knit afghan around cheeks and touch head, praying God, let him know he’s loved, for it’s parents that make this world someplace special. it’s in their care that Christ lives incarnate. and it’s for this that i am grateful. and it’s for this that i am now. For more gratitude visit. April 12, 2010 at 3:32 pm. I used to do that as a kid too! April 13, 2010 at 2:13 am. Deb@talk at the tabl. Enter your comment here.
canvaschild.wordpress.com
will you take care of me forever? | imperfect prose
https://canvaschild.wordpress.com/2010/04/23/will-you-take-care-of-me-forever
Will you take care of me forever? April 23, 2010 at 12:56 pm ( Uncategorized. Face red he lies, eyes under pillow, me touching hand where the tarnished gold of ring digs deep worn farm-boy finger. he can’t move, for the migraine blinding fast, and i remember, eight years ago, me cooling fever-forehead and him asking shaky, “will you take care of me forever? And soon, to follow this man out west, to live in a house we haven’t bought, to work at jobs we haven’t claimed, to live lives we’v...So sorry to hea...
canvaschild.wordpress.com
legs | imperfect prose
https://canvaschild.wordpress.com/2010/03/24/legs
March 24, 2010 at 3:34 pm ( Uncategorized. My mum’s carry hers on topply feet in wednesday noon light, carrying tote bag filled with bible and depend’s and her coffee mug, which she brings everywhere. she arrives, a pearl of sweat on her lip, cheeks flushed, eyes wide like the blue forget-me-knots soon to spring from my yard. she arrives triumphant, having walked from coffee-break to my house, when normally she is driven. And i wonder, is it time? And when is it foolish? March 24, 2010 at 3:49 pm. Maybe ...
canvaschild.wordpress.com
can Christians be happy? | imperfect prose
https://canvaschild.wordpress.com/2010/04/19/can-christians-be-happy
Can Christians be happy? April 19, 2010 at 5:56 pm ( Uncategorized. Laundry hangs checkered on line, i’m washing dishes bubble-white and he’s sitting in blue bumbo making bubbles of his own and i feel this: Happy. Utter. Laugh-Lipped. Happy. Scoop baby close, cheek cashmere-soft against mine and he coos and i remember running this morning, hard against forest trail, light slicing like butter on toast through tree-tops fringed green with spring, and then too: Happy. But is this wrong? I try hard, making c...
canvaschild.wordpress.com
easter every day | imperfect prose
https://canvaschild.wordpress.com/2010/04/06/easter-every-day
April 6, 2010 at 5:36 pm ( Uncategorized. The sky is beer-bottle gold. we’re driving fast along white-out lines, aiden eating red, purple, green plastic rings and me, writing an article amidst granola bar wrappers and apples slightly bruised. beside me, trent, listening to his story on the mp3. And now, we sit in the silence of car wheeling home and feel him rise between us, among us, the ever-present Christ making easter out of the every-day. April 7, 2010 at 12:42 am. April 7, 2010 at 12:56 am. On impe...
