I
come
bearing
these
dessicated
bones
of
the
prodigal,
carried
in
empty
wineskins.
To whom
else
can
I
go,
but
the
One
who
relentlessly
breathes
Life
into
the
lifeless.
— Prodigal song.
liezel graham
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I am a storyteller and a poet.
I use words and thread, pencil and needle, paper and fabric.
my work is an ongoing conversation with myself.
liezel graham 
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