Lungs inhale

and drown dry

in murky places

flooded by drought.

Doubts rise,

mercurial deadfall

trapped in curdled chaos,

where dreams sink dumb-founded.


routs Freedom

until the Peacekeeper

is breathed in,

exhaled slow,

invited into capillaries,

sweet oxygenated blood

to cover

desperate respiration.

6 comments on “Lungs

  1. Eric says:

    Nothing quite like Creator CPR! 🙂

  2. Pam says:

    Our thoughts run in similar channels – that horrible spector of fear is a tenacious foe. Thanks for sharing your work!

  3. jaels says:

    Okay, “curdled chaos” is just too graphically accurate. And “dreams sink dumbfounded” is exactly what I was feeling recently–but JESUS Always WINS!

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