Breathe

Holding my breath- 

Pressed against deadlines yet to be met. Clutching to promises yet to be kept.

Life...pending.

Upending.

It feels so unending.

He beckons me to lay it all down.

Surrendering.

Bending.

No more pretending.

Exhale.

Dusty particles of emptied hope exit my soul and swirl about my head.

Ascending. 

Ascending...

A sending away.

He gathers them all.

Tenderly.

Tending. 

Mending my soul.

Inhale.

His whisper of promise filling my heart. Glimpses of glory on a hazy horizon.

Inviting. 

Inspiring.

Imparting treasures deep within.

He breathes on my soul.

Awakening. 

Reviving.

I'm alive once again.

Breathe.