Home Rule Honey, just be HONEST! Because truth don’t tremble it testifies. It honors the homily of the hollow holy day, Where silence sings and shadows pray. Homolographic honorarium A stipend of spirit paid in full By every grandmother who stitched grace Into the seams of survival. Homage to the homemade, To the homeopathic holland linens Folded like forgiveness, Soft as the sigh of a healed wound. Holdfast, honeycomb! The Holy Grail POURS hollo Not empty, but echoing. Not lost, but longing. Home Spun HUGS do holdback holes Because love, when looped through loss, Becomes a patchwork of praise. A quilt of questions stitched with faith. So let the day be hollow if it must We’ll fill it with hallelujahs. We’ll mend it with mercy. We’ll pour honey on the ache And call it holy.
