The drawing, not the drive
Breath to thrive, not just survive
Thoughts composing into peace
The heart transforming into a fleece
Breath’s warmth as close to a fire
Dread quenched by the lips’ desire
Willing to wonder, but wandering
Stopped in stillness, now pondering
Deeper today than faster yesterday
Fostering tomorrow by learning to play
Forgotten tomorrows no longer by what I say
Sorrows grounded darkly in height
Clearer vision by decision from the living Light.