My husband is a crier in movies; I am not. Occasionally something will tug out a tear or two, but it’s rare. And weeping? Unheard ... Read More
Father, make us ready.
This ground is fallow.
We have followed
Crooked paths to vales of shadow.
The cracked and drought-laced dust of earth
Thirsts and groans beneath our feet.
May we know dryness and longing
So when the rains come
To wash us clean
We will not run for shelter’s awning
But welcome the storm
Arms wide, hearts alive.
Jen was born and raised in central Florida, but now lives in the strange land of southern New England. Her words have appeared in TS Poetry’s Every Day Poems, CCM Magazine, and other publications, and she recently released her first poetry collection Ruins & Kingdoms. Some of her favorite things include used bookstores, good coffee, messing about in the kitchen, and local adventures with her husband Chris.