Wil Michael Wrenn
Breath
Into my soul,
Into my soul,
The flow of
life
And death.
I breathe in
And out again.
The breath of
the cosmos
Flows through
me,
And its life
Becomes my
life.
I breathe
through it,
And with it,
And it breathes
in me.
And when I no
longer live,
My soul will
depart,
My breath will
depart,
And become one
With the soul
Of the
universe,
With the breath
of the
universe.
Wil Michael Wrenn
I Have to Write
I have
to write…
Fragments of thoughts,
embers of feelings
join together,
flare up and overwhelm,
overflow…
I have to write
to release the pain,
the sadness of brokenness –
broken hearts and souls,
broken hopes and dreams,
broken wings.
Oh, who will save me
forever
from this endless loss
and fill me up with joy,
complete in love
so I’ll never, ever
again have to write
unless I write of beauty,
mended hearts and souls,
hopes and dreams,
and healing wings.
Fragments of thoughts,
embers of feelings
join together,
flare up and overwhelm,
overflow…
I have to write
to release the pain,
the sadness of brokenness –
broken hearts and souls,
broken hopes and dreams,
broken wings.
Oh, who will save me
forever
from this endless loss
and fill me up with joy,
complete in love
so I’ll never, ever
again have to write
unless I write of beauty,
mended hearts and souls,
hopes and dreams,
and healing wings.
