Right Before the Second Wind

It’s that tension that builds.

The small stitch that gathers your attention.

A reminder that you’re tired.

Right before the second wind.

 

It’s that tunnel that forms.

Narrowing the options.

Playing on your weaknesses.

Right before the second wind.

 

The idea is planted.

Maybe you should just stop.

You’ve already come so far.

Right before the second wind.

 

It’s all spread wide before you.

As your mouth turns to sand.

The distance seems insurmountable.

Right before the second wind.

 

The memories come back.

How many times you’ve stopped before?

How you’ve probably gone far enough anyway.

Right before the second wind.

 

It’s when the hard news comes.

When you’re already so tired.

The future distance so vast.

Right before the second wind.

 

But will it be there?

What if relief doesn’t come this time?

What if you really can’t make it?

Right before the second wind.

 

Right before the second wind

It will all start to unravel, feeling unreachable

The excuses sounding rational.

Right before the second wind.

 

Clarity breaks through.

Hold on.

Trust.

It will be there.

Press.

Press!

It’s just right before the second wind.

 

 

It’s coming…

It’s coming…

 

 

Whatever’s in front of me, help me to sing Hallelujah.

In You, I’ll choose to sing Hallelujah.

 

Amen and amen.