Lockdown Prayers 12
Breathing in and breathing out,
I bid my mind be still.
Yet it flutters about like
a moth around a flame, ignoring
my gentle drawing of breath –
flowing in, flowing out – insistent,
gentle, peaceful, grounding, truthful.
I bid my mind be still and focus
on my chest as it rises and falls
on my nose as it senses every scent
on my mouth as it cools my lips
on my muscles as they let go, bit by bit.
And for a moment, all is still;
all is at rest, at peace, in grace.
Then, moth fluttering,
my attention is led elsewhere,
and so, Lord,
I begin again.