How Divine
{An Umbrella Special Feature}


Melissa Braun

has been writing from her bucolic home in Northwest Indiana for over 20 years.

Her short stories and poems are influenced by the landscape around her, her family, and the darkness and light of the human heart.


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Red’s Taters

On Good Friday, his potatoes went into the ground.
Now Red lies in the ground.
He is no longer with us but his tubers remain.
Their eyes do not search the darkness.
When the straw is drawn back,
we raise up tuber flesh for three seasons of feasts:
thanking, adventing, resurrecting.

Their plot is empty now;
the harvest is complete.
Christ is risen. He is risen indeed.
There is an empty spot
at the feasting table these days.



 
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