A collection is taking shape with each poem finding its rhythm in its own time.
While the full anthology is still unfolding, here’s a small sampling to wander through in the meantime.

Moss Prayer

Kneeling close,

I find a world

no taller than an acorn.

Soft green carpets,

tiny spores rising—

a slow devotion

to patience and mist.

If prayer has texture,

it feels like this.

-Sarah Emrick

The Heron and the Beaver

A great blue heron lifts to the sky,

wings wide as silence,

showing me how to rise

without apology,

without fear.

Across the pond,

the beaver shapes his world

stick by stick,

reminding me that becoming

is not a rush,

but a rhythm—

a daily act of trust.

And here I walk,

small hand in mine,

finding holiness in sidewalks

and ordinary trees,

discovering that joy

is not waiting ahead,

it is already here—

woven in breath,

in laughter,

in the way I dare

to speak my truth

and let judgment fall away.

The heron teaches me flight,

the beaver, devotion.

Together they whisper:

Everything is working out.

Everything is already yours.

All you need do

is be yourself—

completely,

courageously,

free.

-Sarah Emrick

The Swift Alchemist

I walk swiftly through lessons,

not to escape them,

but to turn them over in my hands

like smooth river stones.

Where another might linger for years,

I glean the heart of the teaching

in a breath,

and already I am moving—

lighter, clearer,

toward the next horizon.

I am a swift alchemist of experience,

an optimist of change.

Not naive—

but trusting that every shift

is another chance

to remember who I am.

I am woven of resilience and wonder.

I laugh at the storms

because I know

how many rainbows follow in their wake.

My soul does not fear endings—

for I know they are doors.

I do not clutch tightly—

for I know all that serves me

remains within me.

I am the bright flicker of adaptation,

the living proof

that growth can be gentle,

swift,

and joyful.

And those who meet me

will remember

that change need not be

a heavy burden.

It can be a dance,

a song,

a flash of light

revealing the path ahead.

-Sarah Emrick