i light two candles, place them on the windowsill in my kitchen, next to the begonia blooming orange it doesn’t know there is chaosout there, somewhere. everywhere. all day, but especially the night when day has drawnher blackout blind and i am suddenlywithout crumbs in the forest, they burn, reflecting all my facesback at me.... Continue Reading →
may you find love.enough to fill any holes. may you find healing.enough to cover any wounds. may you find hope.enough to keep your dream alive. may everything that was taken from you, return to you as joy. may all your failures grow intocourage. may you find yourself brave enough to try again, and again, and... Continue Reading →
If you are needing a bit of encouragement today, then I hope that you will rememberthis… Many wars have fought YOU and you have survived them all. You are a beautiful, brave VICTORY SONG. And if you need to come back to these words later, you will find them tagged as Brave Notes.
my eyes find hers. i say, one more push! you’re almost there. as women have donefor years since time began, and suddenly! a rush of life. my hands hold hope, slick with blood. i wipe nose and mouth,look for tiny breaths,a whisper on my hands. she cries. i smile, butstill no words fall from my... Continue Reading →
you are not enoughto feed five thousand. even three has been too much,despite what others see. have you felt a failurebecause of this? even God had to row to the other side of the seato escape. and rest. — you are allowed to put your life down and rest. © Liezel Graham 2020. Photograph by... Continue Reading →
so, your heart is broken and pain has leached the sunlight from your bones. what will you do with this gift? — you can make anything from ashes. even beauty. © Liezel Graham 2018. Photography by Annie Spratt. Yesterday, I shared this poem with a friend whose heart needed a bit of hope, that even... Continue Reading →
I am watching my son, eleven-and-a-bit years, eat his lunch. He has the same meal every day—oven chips, carrot and chicken. He takes comfort in the familiar—needs it, like he needs oxygen. He is using both a fork and a knife. More than that—he is using ordinary cutlery. He no longer needs specially shaped knives,... Continue Reading →
on the morning after the day that tiptoes behind christmas relief finds me finally i allow myself to be washed rain falls over me i am turned outside in folded into a new skin once upon a time when i owned all the answers and all the answers owned me i called it praying. —... Continue Reading →