As feather floating, on loving Breath
carried on wind of mighty Word
life, as gift, beyond all fear of death
cries out in joy, what seems absurd
I am, I live, I love to hope, for more
though fragile be the steps I take
to enter through that sacred door.
There is so much in me that’s fake.
Where to, or how, I often wonder
then and there, the breath subsides
and I, in fright, see life asunder
but Word re-spoken, Breath abides.
Then power afresh invades my being
and I am blinded, gifted with new seeing.
Midifo Yearns
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loving-breath/
