a day will come, arriving on quiet feet, where i will close my eyes in one room and open them in another, my fearful heart finally being able to see how i was always, always, always held, and all my faith-words, my brazen night-prayers, always dressed up for work, even when i was almost certain they would get lost, eventually having found their way home, having done all the work i asked them to do, smelling like heaven, and the breast-feathers of God.
© Liezel Graham 2025
{📷 the back-story is the real face of a life, SOLD}
this is the back of a piece that i have recently finished stitching.
this small word anchored in the scaffolding of thread.
sometimes we think none of it makes sense, but either none of it does, or all of it does.
either way, the work of a life lies in learning how to let go and learning how to be held.
liezel graham 
Beautiful Liezel, Thank you for this lovely gem tonight. It gave me some much needed light to my soul. Sending love to you… Heidi
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Lovely friend, sending you so much love! x
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So beautiful Liezel. I love the word held, and you make me feel so, through your sweet stitches and words, thank you
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Dear Gaye, thank you, lovely soul! Fingers crossed we get to write together again, soon! Sending love your way x
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Oh me too Liezel!! Hopefully our timezones will align in the next months to come. Warmest love to you xx
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