Breathe

Some may say that I’m already breathing,

Every time that I inhale.

But if you just paused and took one deep breath,

 The difference will soon be unveiled.


We inhale and exhale to exist this life,

But to breathe is far much greater.

It is a key that we have, though some rarely use,

To access our mind’s elevator.


I ascend from within to an uppermost space,

A place where a better me lives.

Filled with love, and with peace, and with elevated thoughts,

Everything that a renewed mind gives.


I am here with my Father, in the greenest of pastures,

Without a care in this world.

Inside of this city, with clear golden streets,

With twelve gates, each gate made of pearl.


I breathe to remind me of promises made,

I am strengthened by his grace that is given.

I breathe for the freedoms I have from dead works,

That derived from a conscious decision.


I breathe through longsuffering and patience obtained,

From opportunities to love in this life.

I breathe cause I’m thankful from the depths of my core,

That my heart won’t harbor hatred nor strife.


I breathe to reflect on the things that I’ve learned,

That all things work together for my good.

I breathe for the joy that my journey has brought,

my potential still somewhat obscured.


With each brand new day, at grand rising is great,

I connect with the man inside me.

And may I remind you, no matter how this world finds you,

Just take some time out to, just BREATHE.

By: Willie Hutchinson

2/25/21

Marsha Harris

Director of Curriculum at Trinity School

3 年

You should be the next guest in a classroom of aspiring young writers...just saying. So good!

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