Photo: All the Leaves are Brown

 

Poem: "Prayers for Peace," by John Roedel

"if you are exhausted about your heart's obsession with the fixed past and your mind's focus on the uncertain future

your lungs are the perfect place for you

there is no yesterday in your lungs there is no tomorrow there either

there is only now there is only inhale there is only exhale there is only this moment

there is only breath

and in that breath you can rest while your heart and head work their relationship out."

this morning, while my brain was busy reading tea leaves

and while my heart was staring at old photographs 

I packed a little bag and walked to the door of my lungs

before I could even knock she opened the door with a smile and as a gust of air embraced me she said

"what took you so long?"