It hangs above my kitchen sink,
bold cursive letters, black as ink.
breathe - a most unusual, strange command
for function I cannot conjure, can't demand.
In Eden, God breathed life into a man
awakened to a pristine world, is how it all began.
Ever since from birth to death
Creator God gives all, the gift of breath.
Infused with air it gives my being
ability to sigh, to laugh, to speak and sing.
to whisper, cry, to gasp or shout,
breath drawn in, with choice how sounds come out.
Inhale fresh scents of springtime flowers,
summer rain, new mown grass, sweet lilies,
rose filled bowers,
bonfire smoke in autumn sky, musty foliage decay,
crisp draughts of winter chill, fragrant spicy
soup, piquant saute.
Most of my days I breathe in silence
sustaining life, oblivious to the Earth's reliance
of exchanging gases, a cyclic order,
maintaining biomes abundance - I'm filled with wonder.
breathe - this word reminds me every day,
the breath of God fills lungs, drives fear away.
breathe deep, be still, let peace and joy abide
in my whole being, breath supplied and satisfied.