There is a place
in each moment,
a soft space for breath
to unfold slow
where rest enough waits
like a tall glass of lay-me-down
and whispers welcome
to every lift and settle of my heart.
And there is a stream there,
a place for tired soul to go bare,
glimmering easy songs of here and now
and of a love that fills
and it nourishes and calls
and I can answer if I will
‘Cause sometimes I wreck this heart
wanting to flop down into the finally
of having everything done and wrapped up tight,
and it’s crazy how my mind can wedge me into stories
that steal away my peace
and set me to running from rest
because I get to thinking
that it’s the push and squeeze that saves me.
Yeah, I can forget to breathe,
to let the soft vapor of life
tend the peace that lifts me
from the weary way I sometimes keep.
It’s braver to breathe.
– Anna Nalick
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