It Just Made Me

Could we possibly say
“My heart, it just made me,”
When we look in the face
Of our deadliest foe,
And dare live out grace?

Could we possibly say,
“My heart, it just made me,”
When we stand side by side
With the stranger among us
And say, “Please abide?”

Could we possibly say,
“My heart, it just made me,”
When we let go of judgment
And know that the other
Is our self as well?

Could we possibly say,
“My heart, it just made me,”
When, to give and receive,
We choose forgiveness,
As we choose to breathe.

Patricia Burlison
©2015

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Breathe

Breathe the breath
That holds our living.
Breathe the breath
That makes our loving.

Breathe the breath
Of all creation.
Breathe the breath
That holds salvation.

Breathe the breath
That is beginning.
Breathe the breath
That’s never ending.

Breathe the breath
That sighs your sorrow.
Breathe the breath
That sings your joy.

Patricia Burlison
©2015

Circles of Silence

A circle of silence
Centered and still
Life in the making
Empty and full

Two circles of silence
One with another
Hearing and being
There is no Other

Come then together
Wherever you are
Your circle is welcome
Come meet heart to heart

Patricia Burlison
©2015