faith | new names from old.

black birds flying darkly

up

and

down

the spine of my life.

i give them names

that sound like light.

faith

falling

brazenly

from my mouth.

— faith | new names from old.

© Liezel Graham 2019.

Photograph by Matti Johnson.

Sometimes the black birds of fear, shame and guilt will fly up and down your life… they like to go far back into your past and remind you of all the reasons you have failed. They like to fly into your future and prophecy that things will never work out; that you are not deserving of the things your heart dreams of.

You might listen to what they whisper.

But you don’t have to.

Give them new names—new names from the old ones.

Handmade names that sound like light.

For all the things that you are hoping for, let faith fall brazenly from your mouth.

liezel

unwrapped.

i made you a gift

with my own hands, and

from all the parts of me

that have

no name

but they live in the dark places

where love grows, and

i watched

as you held it in your hands

for a moment

i was still

and then you put it down

on the table

with the empty coffee mugs

and yesterday’s news, and

i hope that you will find it there

when you look for it

later.

— unwrapped.

© Liezel Graham 2019.

Photography by Annie Spratt.

…let’s be brave with each other,

but let’s be gentle with what we are given.

some gifts have no receipt attached.

liezel

a hungry heart is a dangerous thing.

being loved, and

being used for love.

both taste the same

to a hungry heart.

— a hungry heart is a dangerous thing.

© Liezel Graham 2019.

Photograph by Laurent Perren.

#TeachYourDaughters

#TeachYourSons

those of us who have grown up hungry for love, hungry for acceptance, hungry for belonging… we struggle to know the difference between real love and being used for love.

and sometimes, even when we know deep down in our gut that this is not what it should be, we still stay… because hunger is a powerful force.

teach your daughters and teach your sons, to know the difference and to learn to love themselves enough to know when what they are being given, is not enough.

liezel

this poem is from my book, Stripped.

https://www.amazon.com/Liezel-Graham/dp/1708221328

it’s ok, you can let go now.

how to heal a broken heart?

you must love again

something

someone

get up

dry your eyes

dust yourself off

loss, is just a season’s weight

not a calling until death

you were not born

to exist

on crumbs

now go!

someone out there

is searching

for you.

— it’s ok, you can let go now.

© Liezel Graham 2019.

Photography by Liezel Graham

if this is for you, may your heart find all the courage it needs to love again.

it’s ok, you can let go now.

liezel