Disabled by chronic illness, Dara Searcy-Gardner wrote poetry that chronicles the arduous but fulfilling journey of figuring out how to live in a new normal, how to hold onto hope, and how to continue processing questions about life and God in the middle of a life she never envisioned for herself.
Magic holds a modern style of verse that leans heavy in to fragmented sentences and precise lines. I enjoyed it very much. The line brakes add pause and slow the reader down to think at planned moments.
"Jesus to be near you My soul skitters away A rat obsessed with gathering" - from Scampering -
I highlighted many poems and lines but Scampering caught me in my tracks just a few poems from the end of the collection. The visual of comparing myself to a rat is both heart braking and poignant. We are nothing but scattering rats, yet, he came for us. The 'I Am' came for us. Amen.
For someone who has to work every Sunday morning this was a really really going to still get my scripture and still get not my scripture. But I mean like still get a little bit of vertical out and just know that he's there and some advice about my life and the way that I live in it my life as a Christian young adult. What the fault feeling as if I do me something wrong because I am not going to church or can't participate into the church every Sunday morning with the rest of my family.