Third Week of Lent 2016

The Art of Breathing

Out of the utter silence,
Words of Return
form on the cold
of my breath

Words of Return
whisper
my Name--

Words of Return
beckon me homeward
to the intimacy of Place. 
Your Place
of Encircling Love:

Arms of Affection
Arms of Light
Arms of Strength

It is in your embrace
that the last fabric
 of my worn-out travel clothes
begin to rot away.

I cannot bear to look. 
I conceal myself
in your heart.

By Lara Stoudt