Just
for
today,
be all
the
things
that your
weary heart
needs
and
let tomorrow
plant its own tree
to shelter
under.
— Just for today. Rest.
© Liezel Graham 2018.
On Motherhood and PND.
With
Motherhood
freshly etched
into her eyes,
she twisted all the
fragments
of
who
she
once
was
into an embryonic
frame,
from which she
hung
skin
taut with hope.
— On Motherhood and PND.
© Liezel Graham 2018.
(Even in this) My Grace is Sufficient (for you).
How
many
times
have
I breathed
Your Name,
a desperate
holy
declaration
at the
faceless
terror
that
roars
in the night.
Only
to watch it
limp away,
subdued
but not
(yet)
crushed,
because
it knows
the
map
to the
darkest
corners
of my mind
and
it
does
not
give
up,
but
God.
— (Even in this) My Grace is sufficient (for you).
© Liezel Graham 2018.
For those who battle fear and anxiety — especially that faceless 3h00 am terror that threatens to strangle the life out of your faith, but for the grace of a very big God.
Keep fighting.
I see you.
xx
The Apple Tree.
I came
upon
an apple tree
trunk
gnarled
with life,
branches
quietly
labouring
the sweetness
of Summer’s
brief
love affair.
Rooted deep,
it
just
stood
there
reaching
for
the sun
in quiet
faith.
And I paused there
a while
in reverent wonder
at
all
this
abundance,
formed
at rest.
— The apple tree.
© Liezel Graham 2018.
Raw.
Do not
be afraid of
being
cracked
wide open.
You are
bleeding
healing
onto others.
— Raw.
© Liezel Graham 2018.
How to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
And,
perhaps
what You meant,
was that I need to
unlearn
this
frantic
becoming.
This search for
position
and place
and purpose,
and instead
learn
how to
just
be.
Like a small child,
delighting in
how red ladybugs
are.
And,
do you know that whales sing
songs to each other?
Especially when they’re
sad.
And,
why is Wales called
Wales,
it doesn’t look like a whale?
To know that
heaven
is right here
and tomorrow
doesn’t have to have
a name
yet,
because
today
is really
all that matters
and
in all of this,
You are
all
around
me,
and
I am loved.
— How to enter the Kingdom of heaven.
Matthew 18 v 3.
© Liezel Graham 2018.
When I wake up with music behind my eyes.
What wondrous places
have I been to,
unfettered,
whilst sleep has held my
body captive
and
how long will the fragrance
of heaven
cling to me?
—When I wake up with music behind my eyes.
© Liezel Graham 2018.
