In the deeps
and quiet places
My few
chances to slip away and breathe
Light and
lightly moving air
Color and
sounds
Movement of
plants and creatures and water
Just a taste
of restfulness
A small rest
of a birds tiny feet
Between one
flight and the next
It is enough
A temporary
slowing in the vast stream of time
Through mountains
and valleys of beauty
Little highs
and little lows
You give me
little lows
My soul, it
is learning to relax into you
You define
the expanse and how vast it must be
You guide my
journey
To fair
havens
Or through
colossal downpours
You’ve got
me
I forgot
that I know this well
Just a
blink, a whisper, a memory, and a moment
A brief
grasping of the branches to know they are there
And back to
the heights with the little lows below
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