Pause

there will come a moment
a pause
when your bones will remember
what it’s like to be embraced
by the night sky
and in that moment
your heart will whisper
“flight”
and your hand will reach
for the key
that takes you back
to silence
and peace
and stillness
and the cold night air
on your face

there will come a moment
a pause
when your bones will remember
what it’s like to be weary
in the body
and in that moment
your heart will whisper
“listen”
and you’ll hear the bamboo weeping
not from sorrow
but from the ecstasy
of resurrection
being born
raised up
cut down
raised up again

there will come a moment
a pause
when your bones will remember
what it’s like to be awed
by the sight of creation
and in that moment
your heart will whisper
“hope”
and you’ll feel the fluttering
of a cardinal’s wing
in your breast
the home of the heart
and the lungs
moving in tandem
to bring you back
to a moment of pause