Today my words are drawn from the inspiration of my niece, Caroline, who is seen and heard in this video. As she paints to the music of Mat Kearney, Breathe in, Breathe Out, I see the beautiful. And so I write.
There Is Light In The Dark
You know my every breath
The shallow breathing times were the hardest
And the times I held my breath in fear, the stronghold, grip, on me
But fresh the air you gave, new the winds blew in
You knew the tension, knotted, held, locked tight the lungs
You saw the rattling, ratcheted up-beat of the racing breaths
Too, many, too often
Many times you caught and captured the release in the exhale
Went deep into my lungs, with love
Air of Hope
Breath of Life
Whisper new breath into my deepest places
Make new the stale air
Form new, Your spirit in me
Freeing me to breathe deep
A life which
Through and by the very breath you give
Breath of Hope
Joining emily today for Imperfect Prose. Today’s prompt is Light.
(Postscript – This post was originally published on January 18, 2013. When I go back and listen to music, watch Caroline paint to the words and melody of the artist and interpret I am deeply moved. And as I re-read the poem I wrote in conjunction with Caroline’s painting and Mat’s art, I choose to submit this offering to the Imperfect Prose community today. May the light shine bright in my eyes as I look to live in love, write of grace, and make art that honors Him. The original post title was Breathe Hope. I have changed it to There is Light In The Dark.
10 thoughts on “There Is Light In The Dark”
breath caught, recovered, fresh life
So beautifully captured, friend. Thanks for being here. Pleasure and privilege.
Beautiful. What an uplifting way to start my day, seeing your words and Caroline’s video combined. Thank you.
Freeing me to breathe deep, ‘ah’ I see it as a cleansing, and healing.
What a glorious expression of creativity. I could listen to your niece’s precious voice all day and to see the layer after layer of her painting, creating such beauty in the process and such a meaningful “final” product. It makes me think of the layers of this writing life we share. Inspired bit by bit, this weaving, this forming something we might not have envisioned. This breath sustaining and coming from One outside ourselves. And that song…what a good one.
What a beautiful, calming post! Freeing me to breathe deep, makes me think of our Lord freeing us to breathe deep on the fresh spiritual air of His eternal life. Happy to visit from your link!
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stunning! encouragement to get my easel out once more and finish what I started. Thank you for your words also. DAF
So beautiful! Thank you for sharing it with me.
love this mix of mediums, this crossing of creativity to all join together to sing of light. of hope. just lovely!