And With A Deep Breath

And with a deep breath, I begin again.

I let go of death and devastation.

I let go of the darker parts of me,

parts of me I no longer wish to be.

I’m looking forward to finding dry ground.

Fertile ground with rich soil, good space,

where things begin to root and flourish,

this is the place where I intend to go.

I tread against the cold wind blowing,

but toward an adventure I cannot foresee.

In my heart I know I’m not yet there,

but I’m far away from where I have begun.

Some days I’m lost, unsure of which way to turn.

I walk with faith, though the path may twist.

Some days I grow weary of the journey,

a journey with a calling, I must persist.

I’ll continue to find rays of sunshine,

even if it’s the light that trickles through trees.

I’ll keep upstream toward the opening

where the water overflows, and light does beam.

Some days seem grey, or melancholy blue,

and some days bright yellow with neon hues.

I long for more of those brilliant days,

where life blooms and it will bloom!

I’ll keep trekking, resisting hesitation,

rejecting my fear’s anxious persuasions.

I long for the days to walk beside Him,

some days in His shadows, some days in His glow.

I heal slowly, though, some days that barely shows.

Yet, grace lends strength when my own strength needs growth.

I keep treading past dead twigs and dead leaves,

I keep treading past the broken debris.

So much opportunity does one breath hold,

I want to go where God wants me to go.

And so, with a deep breath, I begin again.

-AB-