Words

What good are words
in moments
consummated in feeling?

Birth.
Death.
They come,
creating voids
of unfamiliar depth.

Known, yet unfamiliar.

So I fill them with words.

My hands cannot reach
past borders
and miles
the way they are needed.

Bringing help and
presence.

I can only hold space.

My heart
my very soul
cries out
in groans too deep for words.

But
words
are all I have.

Lovingly dedicated to Rachel & Becky.

Grace & Peace,
Tiffany

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