Storyteller: 100 Poem Letters

by Morgan Harper Nichols

The mountain where I climbed, The valley where I fell, You were there all along, That’s the story I’ll tell. You brought the pieces together and made me this storyteller, now I know it is well, it is well, that’s the story I’ll tell. –Storyteller [The Song] by Morgan Harper Nichols

There is beauty and truth even in the seemingly mundane.

You reap what you sow. So sow well. Sow seeds of faith over seeds of doubt. Sow seeds of peace over seeds of worry. Sow seeds of love over seeds of fear. And if in the past, you sowed what you did not need, there is nothing that says you must keep watering those things. Leave them alone. Let them die. Make room to only sow things that bring life.

By grace, with strength, you will carry on. You will sing new songs. You will give all you have, and for the rest of time, you will be alright. Because if nothing else, darkness taught you: grace was the fire burning wild and unbridled in your tired heart. And now you are here. You are over the bridge. You are free.

Even if the wait carries on another year, I will not get where I am going without first learning to be here.

"I do not have a lot, but I do know time and time again, the sun has continued to shine on me."

Confidence flourishes in abandoning the idea we need to look like we have it all together.

Traveling the world is not limited to open roads and airport codes. There's a world inside the bounds of books far too often overlooked. Your library card is a passport too.

Do not just wait to be invited to something. Create something. Contribute something. Make something. Do something.

Let your worries be like waves swelling up in the wind breaking off on the shore. Their crested shapes now lines of foam in the sand and nothing more.