In this moment I am breathing. Breath rises. Breath falls. This is a gift. From somewhere I have been presented with life. In this moment, I am aware. There is movement all around me, but I am silent. I am still. Cars zip past on the avenue, their engines puncturing the quiet. Inside there is a life, or lives travelling. Hurrying. Trying not to miss something. The thing they seek is here, in my breathing. This gift is all we have.
To stop is not to fail. To rest is not to miss out. To be is sometimes enough.
The old book says, "those who wait on the LORD, will renew their strength"
'tis a true, 'tis true. amen.
ReplyDeleteYes sometimes we get so caught up in running here and there that we forget to "just be". Awesomely written.
ReplyDeleteWaiting and inhaling deeply the moment ~ Thanks ~
ReplyDeleteYes! Amen. Love this.
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