When everything holy scurries away in fear,
even water won’t bring tenderness.
The low spots roil.

Breathing flaps its ambivalence
in prayers filtering incense
until it dazes the low spots empty,
leaving only the Holy
no you, me, or Thy.

Brenda Warren 2012

25 thoughts on “Breathing

  1. Interesting to me that only the Holy remains. No me, you, or Thy. Mysterious….as is the HOLY. So I wonder what there indeed WAS. In other words, I wonder what are the components of ‘holy.’


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