Sinking deeper into the folds of linen
The the warmth of the cloth has thinned
Pulling at fibers that unravel
Surrendering to all we have sinned
My heart slows to the rhythm of my breath
This moment belongs in no other time
I whisper to hear the sound of my words
Then release them to the care of Divine
I am not but the words of my thoughts
So think what I may to be kind
Gently I speak so truth will reveal
Gently put ease to my mind
The gift of my breath rest assures me
Its sound even, steady and strong
The past fades with the stillness of darkness
It is in this moment to which I belong