Ways of Speaking
I’m weary of those who talk
in slogans stamped and packed
by someone else, like
long distance truckers paid to drive
without knowing the weight
hauled onto that dark highway.
I want to walk, instead
where I can read the body’s slow knowing.
Where each thing watched long speaks aloud.
A spider tossed by the breeze reaches one strand
thin as faith. As it takes hold she dances between twigs
and waits within a design both beginning and end.
When the web breaks she begins again
tiny legs speaking in ways
we’re meant to hear.
Laura Grace Weldon
Find this and other poems in my collection, Tending.
Laura Grace Weldon 
Beautiful ❤
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Thank you Sarah! Let me urge people to zip over to your site knittingthewind.blogspot.com to read your beautiful truth-drenched posts and to find out about your books.
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You are such a gifted poet Laura. Beautiful.
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Thanks Bill. Wow, I love that writers I admire are commenting so I can brag about your work! Bill Guerrant is a recovering attorney who, with his wife, runs White Flint Farm. He writes posts about farming, philosophy, and living mindfully at practicingresurrection.wordpress.com. He’s so darn humble that his site doesn’t even mention that he’s also the author of Organic Wesley: A Christian Perspective on Food, Farming, and Faith.
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Thank you for this amazing revelation of tender faith.
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Thank you Kristina. These comments are a lovely gathering of writers indeed! Please, readers, take a trip over to Kristina’s site where she shares poetry, photos of her family’s wanderings, and stories of growing up in Lithuania. beehappeenow.wordpress.com
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Wow thank you so much!!!!
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