Meditative, Etc.

As I exhaled a deep-rooted breath,

there was a silence

eager to be heard.

A shushing sound escaped from

barely parted lips, and in that moment

there was a stillness that my soul

had so long been without

--the type that fills an injured spot in

every human spirit--

I could not allow it to leave

without embracing its calming essence

before we said goodbye.

Fran Hinkle

revised 01/23/08

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