In the quiet early of the day
Before the sun, while the birds are singing the trees awake;
I sit, puppy in lap; writing tool at hand
And wait for words to come.
Words of life; of love; of encouragement;
Of sadness; grief; and prayer.
Words forming like sculptures in my heart;
Yearning to live, to be released.
To be sent and received;
To bring healing and love.
Today, those words are:
Words for me.
Perhaps for you?
"Live by" words.
To be, to give, to conquer, to love.
Words that challenge,
But words that do not demand perfection.
Calling me to simply "be."
Words that are enough.