In this moment I feel called to serve
a tray of words that others may pick and choose.
Layer them, taste them, wash them down with lemonade.
Please take them for what they are
and expression of that I give you.
Some may be over baked
left in the oven too long.
Some may be sweet or sour or savory.
What I’d like to serve are the words
that help to ease and comfort.
To connect and start something new.
From this platter of words
I hope they serve as an appetizer
to ready your mind for
a feast to enjoy.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers