Resuscitation
\nBy
\nJoseph Anthony Petro<\/p>\n
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\nSpring is trying,
\nThe trees turning into carnivals of flowers are trying,
\nThe roots are trying,
\nThe sky is trying,
\nAnd the robins, the hawks,
\nThe invisible, but audible owls are trying,
\nSo many people are trying,
\nI know they are asking
\nTheir gods to try,
\nI know you are trying.
\nI only hope it\u2019s not too late.
\nThat I am not already dead,
\nThat the block not letting the air
\nInto my heart isn\u2019t too massive,
\nToo menacing to let any breath
\nEscape in or out. I only hope
\nI can trust the kiss, the passage
\nOf your strength and courage
\nInto my chest. I only hope
\nThe breathing will catch hold
\nAnd then gradually level into calm.
\nAnd I might need to hold your hand,
\nAnd I might need you to tell me
\nTo hold on, or to let go,
\nAnd I might need you to have me,
\nTo not let me drift into nothingness
\nOnce I do let go or hold on,
\nWhichever the case may be once
\nThe stream of your breath begins swirling
\nIn my lungs, and I open my eyes
\nAnd live again.
\nAnd I might need you to remind me
\nThere is white light around me
\nAnd within me.
\nAnd I need it be OK with you that I need you.
\nAnd I might need you to be the white light for awhile
\nAnd embrace me with healing gentleness like there\u2019s no tomorrow,
\nUntil I rise again a new creation.
\nI only hope it\u2019s not too late.
\nThat I am not already dead.
\nThat once I begin to feel
\nThe warmth of your breath
\nThat whatever it is within me that is frozen
\nWill begin to thaw,
\nWill have its own experience of spring,
\nAnd will suddenly and without shame
\nBlossom into a life that is alive.<\/p>\n
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