Ruth Caldwell
13 poems
09/11/2025 00:00h
These people have watched me grieve
and celebrate
and doubt
and come back
that's what a church is
not the building
the watching
the coming back
07/25/2025 00:00h
I am older in my faith now
less certain about some things
more certain about the important ones
the important ones:
i am loved
i am not alone
this is not all there is
05/20/2025 00:00h
The old hymns use words
nobody uses anymore
which is part of why i love them
they belong to another time
a slower time
a time that believed
in the value of a long held note
03/15/2025 00:00h
Christmas morning before everyone wakes
i sit with my coffee
and my bible
and the quiet
this is the gift i give myself
every year
before the beautiful noise starts
01/30/2025 00:00h
Every new year i ask god
what this one is for
i don't always get an answer right away
but i ask
and i show up
and the year unfolds
usually with something worth showing up for
01/03/2025 00:00h
I have enough
not everything
but enough
the roof
the table
the people who answer when i call
i say it every day
i have enough
thank you
09/14/2024 00:00h
I pray for my daughter
every single night
even when we aren't speaking
especially then
i don't know if it reaches her
but it reaches somewhere
and i keep sending it
06/08/2024 00:00h
i've had doubt
i won't pretend i haven't
some nights it sat right next to me
heavy and close
but faith isn't the absence of doubt
i know that now
it's choosing to get up anyway
03/17/2024 00:00h
i remember my grandmother singing it
in the kitchen
not performing
just singing
if god watches sparrows
then surely
surely
surely
01/07/2024 00:00h
Sunday i sit in the same pew
where my mother sat
and her mother before her
the wood is worn smooth
where hands have held on
for a hundred years
i hold on too
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