Like butter, warmed,
pour your words
if you want to be
heard, heeded, taken
to heart, understood.
Soothe your stance.
Relax the taut tendons
of your back and feet.
Keep deep beliefs.
Lighten your lofty hold
on heaven; earth
with its round belly
and rumpled clothes
is worth embrace.
Slow your days.
Sit in the sun.
Take a walk.
Whistle a tune. Say
you will stay a while.
Depend on your faith.
Consider failing.
Go forward knowing
you speak honestly
with yourself.
Be more like butter;
want to be spread around.
When times are hard, soften.
This is what she told me.
She being me.
Anne McCrady