Breath Written by Rosanne Ponzetti
Breath
Practiced for centering
By those seeking presence.
Often taken for granted
Remembered only when
Anxiety stifles it
Busyness suppresses it
Fear destroys it
Or joy releases it.
Life depends on it.
Too often we hold it,
Forget our need for it.
“I can’t breathe he said.”
And it stopped
For him
And for us
In our horror.
Let this breathe
Become the one
That finally says,
Every breath
is a shared breath
Our breath
Is not for us alone
May we not breathe freely
Until all can freely breathe.
Artwork by Liz Sorensen Wessel

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