Is in the breath so simple. <br />Breathe in, breathe out, <br />Then tell where one begins <br />And the other ends. <br />Or tell me it was you <br />Who gave instructions to the lungs, <br />'I have inhaled enough, old friend, <br />Now it's time to let it go.' <br />The truth is, it happens <br />And it happens again, <br />Over and over, every minute <br />We are alive, a moebius loop <br />Of oxygen and carbon <br />That is just exactly <br />What we require, <br />Not an advanced degree <br />in gas hydraulics, a bird <br />On a branch is as competent as that. <br />Mechanics call this device <br />A governor, and it governs us <br />Without our being aware, <br />And it is everywhere, <br />In every cell and every blink <br />And every balanced process <br />That there is. <br />And you can say <br />That's no old man with a beard <br />But I say well it's something <br />And it keeps us going day to day, <br />A will to order that provides us <br />Opportunities, <br />But you need not believe to draw air, <br />It is given, and there is no moment <br />When we are free from this <br />Casual miracle, <br />This tap on the shoulder <br />That says here, friend, <br />See what you can do.<br /><br />Mike Finley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/proof-of-god/
