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Lungs inhale and drown dry in murky places flooded by drought. Doubts rise, mercurial deadfall trapped in curdled chaos, where dreams sink dumb-founded. Panic routs Freedom until the Peacekeeper is breathed in, exhaled slow, invited into capillaries, sweet oxygenated blood to cover desperate respiration.
Lungs inhale
and drown dry
in murky places
flooded by drought.
Doubts rise,
mercurial deadfall
trapped in curdled chaos,
where dreams sink dumb-founded.
Panic
routs Freedom
until the Peacekeeper
is breathed in,
exhaled slow,
invited into capillaries,
sweet oxygenated blood
to cover
desperate respiration.
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Nothing quite like Creator CPR! 🙂
Absolutely!! 🙂
Our thoughts run in similar channels – that horrible spector of fear is a tenacious foe. Thanks for sharing your work!
Thanks Pam!
Okay, “curdled chaos” is just too graphically accurate. And “dreams sink dumbfounded” is exactly what I was feeling recently–but JESUS Always WINS!
Now THAT is sounding more like the gal I know and love! (I also know and love the hurting part, so not to worry when SHE wins out for a season…)
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
What are your thoughts?