Grace

To the people who fill us up on down days echoing empty.
Forkfuls of family conversation slicing years of silence.
Healing wounds with packed plates.
The recipe for making it
through.
The people placed to make things that matter happen.

Not knowing,
to be love flavors this world an over-seasoned
smile.
Mamas always over
due.

To my mama, due every joy this disposable vessel can share.
So that you, reading this, will never forget, that lip-smacking-love-matter.
Life isa ladled bowl as bold as you can stand it.
You matter love,
everyday.

Sage wisdom stirs.
The secret ingredient,
within.
P.O.T.S (Peace Over Throw Storms)
Opening.

Release
The ignorance within.
Shed skin like paper mannequin
Fold hate into a lantern then
transcend into a light.
Shine.
Love on your brethren.

Taste peace, please.
G.Y. E.
Get Your Experience