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Two poems by Julia Wehner
Grace, That He Knows about the Lilac Tree—
- Grace
- We tell ourselves the truth at random times:
- what we crave from the menu, what sounds ridiculous on film.
- Otherwise, we hoard secrets: brown mice building a nest
- in the center of the woodpile, faking an enthusiasm for darkness.
- What a tragedy, to be such gullible liars.
- Can we not learn to say what it is we want?
- Security and romance, just the same as the patty melt?
- We rarely allow ourselves to be small (we’re just crickets in reality).
- We are afraid of what will happen when everyone sees that
- we desperately hope there is a God.
- Such clever people have no use for grace.
- That He Knows about the Lilac Tree—
- —which only lately
- announced itself to me
- in the corner yard
- behind spurting weeds
- Surrounded,
- I remember as humble
- as I read.
Julia Wehner
Julia Wehner has been writing poems since her first poetry unit in the third grade (the birthplace of such works as “If Only I Could Marry Food”). Her largest dreams for the future include composing piano music, educating her future children in the art of noticing, and cooking every meal with home-grown fresh herbs. She hopes to tell honest stories through everything she writes, innovating commonly-felt human emotions in an attempt to catch readers off guard: to remind them how richly good it is to feel, and to live.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Two poems by Julia Wehner
Grace, That He Knows about the Lilac Tree—
Two poems by Julia Wehner
Grace, That He Knows about the Lilac Tree—
- Grace
- We tell ourselves the truth at random times:
- what we crave from the menu, what sounds ridiculous on film.
- Otherwise, we hoard secrets: brown mice building a nest
- in the center of the woodpile, faking an enthusiasm for darkness.
- What a tragedy, to be such gullible liars.
- Can we not learn to say what it is we want?
- Security and romance, just the same as the patty melt?
- We rarely allow ourselves to be small (we’re just crickets in reality).
- We are afraid of what will happen when everyone sees that
- we desperately hope there is a God.
- Such clever people have no use for grace.
- That He Knows about the Lilac Tree—
- —which only lately
- announced itself to me
- in the corner yard
- behind spurting weeds
- Surrounded,
- I remember as humble
- as I read.
Julia Wehner
Julia Wehner has been writing poems since her first poetry unit in the third grade (the birthplace of such works as “If Only I Could Marry Food”). Her largest dreams for the future include composing piano music, educating her future children in the art of noticing, and cooking every meal with home-grown fresh herbs. She hopes to tell honest stories through everything she writes, innovating commonly-felt human emotions in an attempt to catch readers off guard: to remind them how richly good it is to feel, and to live.
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