Amy Imbody

Sabbath: You make demandsupon my heart, upon my hands,and, certainly, upon my mind:a quietness, profound, benignwhere receptivity will findits satisfaction: fruitfulness flowsfrom this place of deep . . . . Continue Reading »

Lilacs, pummeled in pounding rain, their sweetness sweeter for the pain, release redemptive suffering scent as they are pummeled, broken, bent. . . . . Continue Reading »