Time to Breathe

(a poem)

There is time.
These hours
These minutes
These seconds
There is time.

Breathe in
this moment.
Breathe out
its remnants.
Savor the joy.
Dwell in the pain.
There is time.

This now
is what we share.
This instant
is what we have.
It is not passing.
It is eternally
There is time.

There is time.
There is time.
Time to breathe.
- bshivers


Popular posts from this blog

Persistence is her name (a poem)

Lent: Walk - John 5:1-18

Actively Giving Thanks