We were made to behold beauty.
Eva is a poet, writer, musician, artist, and mother living on California’s central coast. Her life’s mission is to remove every needless barrier preventing the curious from experiencing the wide and welcoming embrace of Jesus. Through the arts, Eva aims to hold up the giant diamond of God’s beauty for all to behold.
Eva is constantly in awe of the intricate natural world as a reflection of God’s goodness and expansive magnanimity. This imbues her writing with vibrant metaphor and lets audacious hope hold hands with even the deepest suffering.
I will bow my head and notice daisies.
devotion
by Eva Beckwith
I threw my bedclothes back
Like ripping off a bandaid
Fleshtoned and searing though it
Yanked me slantwise, post and beam
To meet you here in hazy halflight
Where crickets linger chirping even
As the mourning dove heralds
Fresh the sadness
For the love of all that’s holy
For the way you tear my spiderweb patched seams
When the whisper hush of weighted secrets
Tidesurge to my forehead, choking me
For the shoring up of old stone walls
Placed by withered centuries away
And to breach my whitewashed chamber
Calcified, salt-curing in its gallon jar of pain
And now the stunning quietness
Of your unwinking gaze
No joke to break the tension
I have longed to have you see
Oh, help. Forgive me. Catch me.
At the toppling of things
At the terror of your brightness
Beaming possibility
And now I’ll dress and ready
Brush my teeth, splash off my tears
Cluttered doing, garish don’ting
Bald-faced clatter of full day
In the onslaught of distraction
In the tyrant reign of “now”
I hope you’ll help me stay here
And make my mouth retain
And swallow down the truth broth
That gags and bends my knees
At the honesty of failure
On the eve of hallowed change
