Inhale. Exhale. I need to breathe again.
Restore my faith in God, if later...when?
If signs are sought, we should see them appear,
If God is waiting talk, and ears will hear.
The words I speak, vacant of lies, I love.
I search answers in light. My eyes above.
My body talks to God, I give it all.
It's wise to know if pride's before the fall.
I join you now, the King of life and death.
My sins of flesh let not my soul bereft.
Inhale. Exhale. My body dies again.
I need you now, oh God, it's now the when.
For Contest: Structured Forms-Iambic Verse II
Sponsor: Girogio A.V.
Poet: Casarah Nance