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