Exhale Fear
Pain in childbirth
Holding my breath
Breathe nurse prods
I must inhale oxygen
exhale carbon dioxide
Watching him grow
Often I held my breath
Amazed at his creativity
Now he’s grown
Finding his own way
I must inhale Spirit
exhale fear and trust God
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Today is Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub and the word of the day is breath, breathe, or some other form of the word.
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That’s true…with every word!
Love the image of God’s Spirit being oxygen for our souls that pages or the “CO2” of fear.
How very true.
It takes breath and courage to be a parent from the very beginning onwards. Your poem is a beautiful tribute to that.
Thank you.
The times as moms we hold our breath…. and then they are grown
I think I’m still in denial about that being grown part.
I Know
Inhaling the good moments, exhaling the bad…breathing life into the world inhaling spirit to give one strength.
I’m not a mother, but by sense is that the work and pain of labor never really ends. Beautiful. Trust in God to care for him.
This oNe is so true
friEnd
Linda..
to put
it simply..
too..
when
we exhale
fear we inhale God..
as God breathes free thru uS2..:)
Thanks for this glimpse into your life connected by the breath of a million thoughts and fears and ultimately hope.
Beautifully written Linda and I especially love the last lines ‘I must inhale Spirit exhale fear and trust God’.
Those are the lines I started with in my head. 🙂
:o)
Such a beautiful message in your verse 🙂
Oh, YES. My kids are teens. I feel this, deeply.
I like the way you connecting breathing with the life cycle of children.
Thanks. 🙂
Very good poem, liked very much.
…and we continue to learn, Linda! Beautiful message!
I liked the idea of exhaling fear and trusting God. With the exhale the lungs fill with trust.
It’s one of those lessons I’ve learned a hundred times, but I still have to remind myself to do it.
Oh the times when my 3 children have caused , and continue to cause, my breath to stop. ‘Shudders…then breathes’
I really like the way the “breath” came along with you in every stage of parenthood. It is so hard to let go, but trusting in a higher power does give us reassurance.
I can relate to your mother’s fear, anxiety and hope ~ May our children be blessed in their journey ~
Exhale fear and inhale God. Yes! I keep reminding myself of that as I am faced with new challenges daily. I have my mother living with us now, She has Alzheimers and now she is amazed that she has a daughter and that she is me. Inhale God, exhale fear.
So many of the family relationships in our lives require inhaling God and exhaling fear. I pray He grants you peace and comfort in this time of your life.
Thank you. I also appreciate any prayers that come our way.
That’s one time when we women are truly focused on breathing, Linda, and I love those final lines.
Every breath counts for a child making it to the world… wonderful