Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Breathe

I lay silent and a word comes


breathe


I comply and more follows


breathe, because when you breathe, you breathe me


(confused)But all I'm doing is breathing. Still the simple reply insists


breathe


(agitated)But there is so much I need to say, so much I need to do to make things right

breathe

(exasperated)But, but...I can't handle it. It isn't enough just to breathe. How can you ask for so little from me? It isn't a choice to breathe or not to, it isn't up to me. What does this prove?


breathe


Though not complete, merely a word in amongst a multitude of pages, the answer comes.


To breathe is to realize that I am in you. But you cannot breathe me out. You can only stop breathing. You choose to breathe me in but now I am with you. Now you never have to fear. But if you do fear, you only have to breathe to feel the comfort I bring.
I am all you will ever need, so all you need to do is breathe.