After a very long “sabbatical” from Lisa Jo Baker’s Five Minute Friday’s, I am joyously diving in today, again. And the prompt today is again. Writing for Five Minutes, with an ounce or two of grace.
The words regenerate my soul
They speak life and love into my deepest parts
Life springs from them, like watering seeds of need in me
Once is never enough, its like the steady stream of mountain rivulets that feed the ocean mighty strong
The repetitions of the beautiful, of love poured out
Tell me again like Jack and Jill and all the early once upon a times we read as children and to the children
Say it again, soft and low, long and sweet
There is no sameness, dull or colorless odorless in the repeating
Feed me like open-beaked bird who needs seed on seed on seed, at feeder long and wanting
Blanket me fresh, my cold and weary soul needs the warming words from your tongue
Tell me again and again and again
Just tell me how you love me.