In the middle of wasted moments,
glistening with promise
until that empty *pop*

In the presence of uncertain ends
sticking out in all directions
and the tangled coils of even-less-certain means

Into the mess of all my playthings
— You Breathe —
And Your Breath is


When we breathe together
the rise and fall of my chest
no longer wearies me with its frantic pace

Together we are grace
and endurance
gentle and indomitable

The Breath the spoke the universe
Breathes into me
even in the middle of wasted moments

© 2019 Jacqueline Tisthammer. All Rights Reserved.

9 thoughts on “Wasted?

  1. One of my favorites. Heartache and wonder. In the midst of whatever we’re going through, God is the very air we breathe — life itself flowing into us. One breath at a time. A deep inhalation and resultant sigh of peace.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you, I really like this one too. It struck me how much I care about the outcome of a given day or season, when the real peace comes from moments lived with God (even if they don’t produce what I hoped).


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s