Breathe: A poem for a friend

Breathe

As Mother Earth breathes in and out
you and I breathe out and in,
a silent give and take
among family and friends.
The lonely seconds tick
at early hours of morning.
Your breath, like sacred drumbeats sound
the cadence of footsteps on the ground
as you hear the sacred dance of healing.
A dream of Jingle dancers sent your way
from others on this journey
who hear the same beat, who breathe it too,
in and out, in and out, just as you do.
As Mother breathes, out and in, may you hear
the prayerful rhythm of rain upon her skirt.
So dream, dear friend, of the drummer’s pounding,
your heartbeat a reminder,
and feel our prayers the wind has brought,
your breathing a reminder.
Hear the jingle of healing dancers,
the rain as a reminder.
And when you wake before the dawn
with nerves that start to flitter,
it is only a butterfly we’ve sent
to remind our dear sweet sister
that one can never be alone
with all this dancing and drumming and breathing
going on. In, out, out and in,
a reminder of the spirit that lives within.


SWPoet


Written for two friends:
For Judy on the day of her stem cell transplant and
also dedicated to Cissy for her recent health setbacks.