Tag Archives: breath
Thank you, is the simplest and most profound prayer I know, borne along on a sea of breath, it returns to itself, the divinest echo from God’s muse to my lips. Advertisements
Love, in its ripest season and deepest proof, does not steal or seize your breath, but rather brings more oxygen and room in which to breathe.
How wonderful it is to have your breath, seized and arrested, to have your barest bloom subjected to the solvency of cherish.
Love, as a true bloom and pulsing grist, and not just mutiny, opiate in its seize and grip, should, at day’s end, allow you to breathe easier, lungs rooming with heart, space, carved out of ceaseless flow, respiring toward growth, … Continue reading
Writing, some kind of lisp, and stutter, to chance God’s breath, as your own, to cherish.
Hope, that thing unfettered, soul’s window flung open, to bask, to air myself, unabated, no past to claim or follow.
Hold me, to dignity, to respiring intent, to nothing beyond this moment, arcing to bend.
Breath, you are my true master, and I, your borrowed disciple, graced by the slow dignity of equal measures, allotted free of charge, if attention is paid, with sincerest regards.
Every last word, placemat for breath to perish, to fade, syncing praise.
She, the pearl-diver, master of holding her breath, breathes out, and rises.