As long as one can inhale the wind
to feel its flavor of change
sweep in steady streams through the soul
causing visions of more than storms,
then the heart shall drip in light
and sense rainbows after sorrow’s clouds.
Walk the valleys of travail
with steps unceasing
exhale despair
while inhaling the scent of faith
flowing from inspiration’s incense .
For though discouragement’s stench wanes
the muscles of resolve,
inhaling the oxygen
of pure clarity in expectancy
gives a rush to the body,
a surge in the flaming adrenaline of hope
so no desert crossed,
no enemy’s shadow faced
will become an dreaded
epitaph to fear.
Lungs that taste the air
in anticipation of being refreshed and strengthen
bear the whiff’s of destitution,
but never let them cripple the journey.
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