I have a disease, too, this impatience that makes my heart race and my mind tumble into a muddled puddle at the bottom of the hill. 

Unknowingly, I have prayed for release from my malady and almost behind my back, though in reality right before my unseeing eyes, you have been healing me, teaching me, holding me until your uttering of “Peace!” stills my roiling soul. 

                                        You teach me to breathe

                                 in slowly, out slowly, again ...

                     calmly, birdsong comes