a meditation for my words.

may kind things,
honest things,
soft things,

things

that know

how to cut flesh
from gristle,

truth
from lie,

find their way past me,

as they climb up my throat
on strong, bare feet.

brave,
may they fly,
fall,

crawl, if they must.

find the hunger
find the holes.

the place
where everything
smells like giving up.

there,

may they be full.

enough.

one more day.

hope.

— a meditation for my words.

© Liezel Graham 2020.

Image by Aaron Burden.
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something that came to me this morning as i was meditating—blessing my words.

if your heart yearns to be a healer in any form, may this be for you.

liezel