On occasion, I forget how to speak.

In these moments, I am reminded of grace.

An over abundance of redundance and noise

when all we need is the joy of toys and each other.

To sit on green grass, to watch clouds glide past

and imagine a dragon, or flower, or a whole other world.

To pray, and every day say, “I love you,”

to whomever you may.

To open your arms, and in so doing your heart, to embrace a friend,

or stranger.

And if we remember words, and how to use them,

let us use them sparingly,

and only when we need them.


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