In My Breath
By Pushkva 1-2-2018
So many sufferings endured
Incessantly from the soul blood flows
Tears rain upon the altar laid
Stream of sadness and desperation
Stumbling upon rocks
Blocking path to the light between stones
Strength and courage sought in prayer
Weakness and failure overcomes
Wounded child falls
Thoughts, words, and lies from the enemy haunts
Reaching, grasping almost touching the evading truth
Lances implanted sharp pains delivers
Nothingness realized,
Surrender of self down upon knees brings
Words elusive, spirit of soul wails
Embracing holiness, releasing sighs
Peace and healing downward reach
Softly, gently, a balm soothing soul
Words like warm milk
On a snowy day received
May upon you be my peace.
In my light...live,
In my breath...live,
In my suffering...love,
In the garden all is well
With its borders
Pressing in on all sides.
Rest....
Breathe His breath my soul.