sweet, toni.

My Words are sharp. And sweeter than honey.

Crafted willfully with Love and conviction.

They are palpable.

Searing.

Hot.

Can you feel them? Knowing You.

My Words are healing.

Soothing.

Protection.

They are a balm.

Carrying with them the warmth, and light, and tenderness

needed to Love.

My Words are cleansing.

They are waves.

Lapping steadily. Gently.

Over hardened hearts; cloudy eyes; muddy waters.

Clearing.

And requiring You to remember.

They stretch boldly; beyond the depths of humanity to the One.

Anchored in the “I Am”.

They speak Truth. With Honey.

Warm and sweet.

Dripping.

Radiantly.

And when I am gone, I will be here.

Whether today, or tomorrow; I will be here.

But Lord God, let me be here.

Today.

And tomorrow.

And let there be a Here to be.

May I not die with my Words.

But live with them.

And as I offer my Words to the All,

may my Voice be heard.

My Stories be told.

My Being be witnessed.

May I be proud of my Words.

Because they are Warm.

And Sweet.

Like honey.

May they Change You.

And Me.

Aṣẹ.

And Amen.

Proverbs 16:24