An update on my books.

S t r i p p e d

‘Broken, brave, beautiful and with a soulful joy that feels like a rebellion, this is a book of poems to treasure.’

Available on Amazon:

Book Depository:

https://www.bookdepository.com/author/Liezel-Graham

A Counting of Love

‘A Counting of Love, is a book about love in all her facets, wearing all her faces and in all her seasons, harsh and beautiful.’

‘Love has a way of finding you in the long grass, when you are not looking for her—not searching for anything other than yourself.

That’s when love walks in on soft feet, taps you on the shoulder, sits down with you and whispers your name.

Isn’t this a beautiful mystery—how love is an anchor, a compass, a map and a home.’

Available on Amazon:

Poem: How to wage hope.

it has always been this way, you know—people seeing God only in themselves.

there are so many stones about.

—dear God, they fit a hand so comfortably.

instead we might sit in the company of a tree and listen to a blackbird singing its song—how it wages hope with its life.

it knows nothing of sharp edges, or bitterness.

rocks and stones.

—though they do exist.

we could tell ourselves that this is a gift.

we could tell ourselves that we are a gift.

—a heart that is soft.

open.

we could wage hope with every moment that is left of our lives.

walk past everything that can be thrown—choosing instead

everything that can be given.

— how to wage hope

© Liezel Graham 2020.

Image by Cyrus Gomez
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Poem: When we were lost and I was found.

when i read the map wrong
in a city neither of us is familiar with

i wait

for something that does not come

even after you steer the car off the road

everyone else around us knowing what they are doing
knowing
where they are going

but not
us

we are lost
and
i have made us so

but you

taking the map from my hands
you reorientate us
gently

even after i give you an apology—throw it at you
because
i want to be quicker than anger

instead
i am given something else

you cup my face between your hands

kiss my mouth softly

silence
the worry of my words

in that small moment
everything that tastes like failure
evaporates

in that small
honest moment

i allow myself to be found

by you.

— when we were lost and i was found

© Liezel Graham 2020.

Image by Johannes Rapprich
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