small islands of beauty and goodness
indulgent to the imperfection of everything
settling wisely and faithfully into gentle sorrow
cultivating the garden my own two acres
as clear as if it were yesterday
this color of calm
there’s life locked up in words
we’ve grown afraid of silence
the space that foments words that hold spirit
energy words
goes on and on and on
don’t fear the spaces
silences between
there are answers other than naming
a nod
a hug
a smile
a softness in your eyes
a simple sigh
the whisper of leaves
befriend the pauses
which challenge the culture born into
and let wonder beget the story
the words that lift you beyond