When I inhale
The forest air
The same breathe
As the psalmist
I feel the same questions
Rising up.
I hear the cry
Of being forgotten
Not heard
I see
All around
Voices crying with me.
Questions that leave me
Wondering
What is it I desire?
What is it I really feel?
Didn’t I breath deep enough.
So I go to where I am alone
To inhale
Listening to the chatter
Birds singing
A morning blessing
My welcome
To today.
I inhale
And breath
Waiting impatiently
For a whisper
Speaking to my questions
Hoping
That my breath
Is not wasted
In this moment
Shared with the birds
And their blessing.
