Tuesday, October 2, 2007

A Poem - "Out of the Wind"

My skin tingles at the breath of God
I breathe deeply, and my inner body becomes cool.
I shiver.

I can feel the hair on my legs.
God's breath carries the sounds of a far off land.
I rest.

God's breath stops, has it left?
No, there is a slight sensation of movement.
I am happy.

Breathe on me, breath of God.