The sky behind the pines a pale blue.
Yellow lamplight as the daylight wanes.
The new-bought book beside my favorite chair.
Arriving late, but getting there at all.
The ordinary grace of bread and wine.
And all unspoken gifts, some hardly known,
So deeply undeserved that each invites
A giving-up in turn, a laying down
Of arms; a laugh, a smile, a joyful word.
Holly is a poet, teacher, and apologist exploring the intersection of literature and faith, reason and imagination. She is the author of the memoir Not God’s Type: An Atheist Academic Lays Down Her Arms.