Wil Michael Wren ----- two poems

                                                                                                              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.