Labored Breathing
151 A PSALM OF JANELE. WHEN SHE WAS IN THE WILDERNESS OF DRAGANESTI-OLT.
You breath into my stone lungs.
It cracks, it crumbles.
Your breath is steady, it is sure.
I concentrate on it’s pace,
Not letting the pain of the breaking overwhelm me.
The pieces fall.
They hit the ground hard, I had forgotten the weight of it all.
I breath lightly
Your breath in my lungs.
I breath easily
Your breath in my lungs.
I breath freely
Your breath in my lungs.
– break the lies that the stone was protecting my breathing.
For worship one morning, we each wrote out our own Psalm. Sharing this is the falling of the last pieces of stone.
