As the book evolves, the ancestral language and character of the church give way to newer generations, but Rinehart's vision is one of both loss and renewal. In an early poem a child is buried at sea; in the last, a child is the sole survivor of a car wreck. Even then, the undercurrent of darkness and sorrow is present: 'Like Christ, we, too, crawl into an ever-weltering world,' while a wind from the plains rises to a Kyrie -- Lord have mercy unto us -- as prayer and benediction. Rachel Rinehart has given us a truly beautiful, earthy and fabulous book." --Peter Everwine, Author of "Listening Long and Late," contest judge "From timber to beam, Rachel Rhinehart's 'The Church in the Plains' is built of beautifully hewn poems. A congregation of rural, midwestern voices inhabits these pages and offers testimony of the sublime-spirited and broken-bodied. Rinehart's poetry reminds us that 'for every dog dead on the road,/another limps home, and the cock escapes/ the fox's jaws to crow a third time.'. This is a soul-searing and brilliant debut collection." --Amy Fleury, author of "Sympathetic Magic"