photo by KV for unsplash
lie between this forested chain of hills and
learn your name, listen
and the leaves will teach you how to treat the breath inside of you
as if it were a prayer, how to recognize that this
is rare air. God is filling your lungs
and you are in the middle of the story.
when you trip
over the uneven road that is carrying you through this foreign city,
the wind will catch your heart-whispers
and courier them up to God, the wind will turn
the holes in your heart
into an instrument.
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This poem is gorgeous, so many images for the soul, “the leaves will teach you how to treat the breath inside of you as if it were a prayer.” That is a line I could reflect on for months. Cayla, thank you so much for sharing your work with us.
You don’t know how much I needed the beauty of this poem. “God is filling your lungs and you are in the middle of the story.” Beautiful! Thank you!
Just lovely and so grounding. Thank you