Standing in the middle
Where east meets west,
And north meets south
The sun shines down warm in this spot
And the breeze is quiet and cool,
Patiently waiting,
circling the soul that has,
for whatever reason,
Found itself paused in the middle.
Whether for weariness or fear
Or for grief or disappointment,
Or some other such thing.
The calm of the middle will always be here,
encircling,
warming,
holding,
until the breath has found itself caught up.
ready to move again.
And at that moment,
the breeze stops its circling
And begins to flow in a gentle direction
Drawing the soul again towards somewhere
Signaling the time has now come to step away from this middle-comfort
To brave the new;
And in the drawing of that breeze,
is now a strength to move beyond and through the obstacles standing in the way
A calling again to walk the path the heart feels called to walk.
