Breath ~~
in the beginning
a warm new note in the world
small waves find a rhythm
an easy song
years spool forward
breath a steady metronome
guiding hands in work
a quiet hum in the bones
until finally bodies loosen
bones release their stories
whispers of gratitude leave
with gentleness well earned
Your words set such a tender tone ... and what a lovely way to view it, "bones releasing their stories" in the end.
ReplyDeleteDearest Helen,
ReplyDeleteIndeed, whispers of gratitude leave...
But our souls never die!
Hugs,
Mariette
A beautifully written reflection on the journey of life and the gentle rhythm of existence from beginning to end.
ReplyDeleteThat's lovely, Helen!
ReplyDeleteA lovely gentle piece.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful and comforting poem - I like the notion of an end release - Jae
ReplyDelete"Bones release their stories" Really hits on the marrow. I breathed a sigh.
ReplyDeleteBones release their stories... oh wow..that made me pause and think!
ReplyDeleteBreath of life...a nice thought, well expressed.
ReplyDeletePK
serene close to a beautiful poem ~
ReplyDelete"bones release their stories" A beautiful thought, stated serenely.
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