At a crossroads with so many paths to choose,
I’m run under where I stand
But wasn’t it Sam who said, it’s not the road to Heaven
that’s paved with good intent?
and yet
I intend to love this Gift
I’m all too blessed to accept
and all too inspired to resist
Still run under where I stand
There’s beauty in standing
even if only to stand for the breath intended
to pass through these lips
Running created the chaos necessary
to test my intention to stand with what
inspired me to search for Heaven
through the path I still need to choose
My legs have lost the will to run
where I stand
My lungs have tired but aspired to learning
how to get to Heaven while standing
with what I’ve been given
Through inhales and exhales and heartbeat percussions
playing out the symphony of Above and Below,
the fork vanishes, transforms
into a response, revealing why
I’ve been running
‘til now
Until I awoke from the dreams of confusion
to the sound reality that
Heaven is in the Gift,
and the Gift is the proof
that Breath exists
to keep us standing for
the choice I made
in you
