Here, take them.

Take my words.
Envelope them and set sail with them.
Let them travel to nurse the poor of souls
and cure the wounded soldiers of our hearts .

Here, take them.

Take my words and transform them.
Paper to origami bird.
Set forth their wings and let the soar out
of this cage of a mouth, of this winter of a heart.
Free them, because your hands are a gift.
A gift that folds and unfold like prayer. Like art. Like peace.

Here, take them.

Take my words and swallow them hot and steamy.
Allow them to jump from your mouth, messy and ugly.

For they are not a secret to hide.
For they are not a dinner to greedily indulge on.
For they are not animals to be cage.
For they are not routine to withhold.