i would like to say that i look for beauty everywhere i go. that i see it in the rebellious pout of an old woman’s lips, a slash of red life owes her nothing. has taken much given more she knows this truth that it will all end at some point. it will come to... Continue Reading →
what if, we became the light in the dark for the ones who are lost, . . who can’t find their way home, no matter how hard they try, or pray, or believe. . . because sometimes, faith can blister and crack, and we all need to be covered with the coolness of mercy, when... Continue Reading →
The work of living as water, allowing it to trickle liquid hope from my belly, even during dry seasons. This, is a brave life. — On living brave. © Liezel Graham 2018. . . . . He who believes in Me [who adheres to, trusts in, and relies on Me], as the Scripture has said,... Continue Reading →
Do not use the stones that were thrown at you, as ammunition. You, can be a strong and peaceful place. If you choose to be. — Choose (your) peace.
i hung my broken dreams on the stars. one by one, i set them free. and now, here I stand, empty hands cupped, waiting for the new rain. —letting go.
You say that I am nothing special. Not beautiful, enough. Not thin, enough. Not popular, enough. Not, enough. But, see how I can turn my pain into flowers; fragrant. An offering for all the others; not enough. —Not Enough.