#21: steadily, slow

 

Slow yet steadily
moving,
so I may
breathe it all in fully --
exhale freely,
and not miss a
moment between
breaths.

Oh how I long,
when I so easily forget!

The slower I move
the more steady my motions.
The more sure my heart.

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Hold back.
Give it out.
Give it up.
Let Him lead.
It's an act (that takes action).
Yet it feels so foreign some days,
so natural others.
Some days it flows.
Others it falls apart.

I still fall apart.

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Some days falling apart is all I need
for Him to put me back together.