Contemplative Life

My whole life

reads like a

poem -

rather is a poem

A life

of moving breaths

upon each other

In the quietest of echos

beneath

and within

(i)

can only rise

because

This rhetoric moves

bends

breathes

Always

as I sleep

in silence

Its the lantern

of my soul

my night

and day

from which

all that is

I know

for sure

AMEN