In this I will sing.
In this hurt and in this unknown and in this pain and in this want and in this desire and in this tug of war and in this fight and in this midst and in this war and in this stretch and in this battle and reaching for.
When my hands just reach. When they are extended as far as they can go. When my toes are on the edge of the rim reaching as far as my body will go without falling but still unable.
What I so deeply want, I will still.
I will put my arms down. I will lay them by my side. I will exhale a deep breath. A breath that doesn’t just exhale air.
But want, but self, but need.
Let them all fall. See it off in the distance. Taken by the wind. Just breathed out.
My head will rise again. My eyes will glisten and I will sing. The truest and deepest known song to a greater keeper of me.
A keeper that hears. A keeper that knows. A keeper that gives more than want.
One that takes what I breathe out and replaces it with an air I can only imagine.
The air of golden gates.
