Leah Farmer

Personal perspectives on faith, literature, and life.

Words

where are the words
the ones that move forward
the ones that set free
where are the words

where are the words
the ones that bring healing
the ones that are filled with love
where are the words

do they come in secret?
do they rise and set with the sun?
are they forgotten upon being spoken?
are they lost to us?

where are the words
the ones that calm hearts
the ones that dry tears
where are the words

where are the words
the ones that are heard in whispers
the ones that shout so loud the chest rattles
where are the words

do they not make enough noise to stir up trouble?
do they not bring enough peace to calm the storm?
are they overtaken by the wind?
are they missed by unlistening ears?

where are the words you ask?
they are in my whirling mind
they are in my stirring heart
they are in my lungs waiting to be screamed
they are tickling your ears
they are boggling your mind
they are here
they are there

the words are
faith
hope
love
grace
truth
courage
laughter
passion
strength

these are not words owned by a preacher
these are not words owned by a boss
these are not words owned by a mother
THESE ARE THE WORDS OF SHE WHO WILL NOT BE MOVED

so when the words seem missing
look at her
the words are there
in her
on her
all over her
she is a tree planted by the water

And she will give them to you
Share them with you
Until you have a set of your own
Until where the words are is YOU

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