“Trinity: 1. a god. 2. a knower of the god. 3. the relationship between the two.” -Joseph Campbell I You play church from a makeshift pulpit with a garden-fork microphone, young child of three viewing godhead through a black camera lens, smiling on the cement porch, arms still nubile from birth, blonde hair in loose ringlets, new eyes blessing the light reflected everywhere. II You first know God as a garden swing, the thrill of the ride when He lifts the breeze with you. He smells like spring grass. You hear His voice in the creak of rope wound around the bark of the tree’s limb. He tastes wet and fresh like watercress. III He calls you to Him out of a farmhouse door, anywhere pebbles and earth converse, wherever leaves, buds, or petals echo His voice from the hills— Abba, Amma, Yeled. He calls you to the play of His mystery with the worship and clarity of out-flung arms.
Anita Tanner finds reading and writing akin to breathing. She was raised on a small dairy farm in Star Valley, Wyoming, where she learned a love of the land, hard work, the thrill of planting and harvest, and the love and power of metaphor. A book of her poetry, Where Fields Have Been Planted, was published in 1999. To her, words matter, and finding the right ones is an ongoing quest.
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