Labored Breath

Sacred whisper of labored breath

Passes glimpses of sorrow

through visions of death.

Trees which once bloomed

are now decaying within.

Lives once strong

Succumb to ravages of sin.

Fields previously green,

Now cast brittle seeds,

Sown without hope

unto a disparaging wind.

Oh sacred whisper

of labored breath

Grant unto this shade

his easy death.

Scar his heart with pain no more,

And grant him lucid visions

of eternities shore.

For the winds of adversity

Have claimed their toll

As this shade of labored breath

has grown weary

in the depths of his soul.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004

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