“Prayer is exhaling the spirit of man and inhaling the spirit of God.”
Edwin Keith
(daisies at the garden center / Julie Cook / 2015)
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The sound of a long awaited exhaled release of self
The sound of a 3 week crisis multiplied by 3. . .released
The sound of a soul that has lived to tell about it
The sound of a flu ridden, angst ridden, worried sick,
worse for the wear, wounded soul
The sound of the end of a day
The sound of the end of a week
The sound of the easing of a trauma
The sound of a 2.5 hour traffic filled journey home
A settling
A smoothing out
Headed upward, verses downward
A cease fire,
An uncontested truce
Worn down
Beat down
Down
You can breathe now
You can finally let go
You can rest
You can exhale
Breathe out, exhaling my Beloved
Let it go
Close your eyes
Rest
I will breathe for you
For my Spirit will sustain you
and see you to the morrow. . .
Sleep well my Beloved,
sleep well
“The Spirit of God has made me, And the breath of the Almighty gives me life.
Job 33:4
cookiecrumbstoliveby 
Your words are like reading the flowers if that makes any sense. You are so gifted Julie, God bless you
Thanks Melissa—beautifully put—yes even in the flowers our prayers may be found 🙂
Another absolutely breathtaking offering, my friend. The last verse is exquisite. So it is that even in your suffering you can reach in your tiredness and touch the profound and the face of God with your words. Much love and huge hugs, N 🙂
❤