lifespan

 

breathe

receive

leave

believe

achieve

grieve

bereave

 

 

breathing the name

our first inhale
inspires a wail

every breath on lease
until breathing cease

his name rests on our tongues
spirit fills up our lungs

oxygen’s gifts from above
inspire us to be, do, love

fuller gulps we request
when exerting our best

inhaling the holy
exhaling the hurtful

breathe in life’s air
breathe out a prayer

our final breath
expires in death

until…

resuscitated to life beyond here
drink deep of celestial atmosphere

entangled etchings

Link to d’Verse Poets Pub  featuring artist Danny Gregory of Sketchbook Skool…

 

untitled drawing by Danny Gregory, used with permission

untitled drawing by Danny Gregory, used with permission

 

if i could write

the story

of us,

i’d wake up

to you next to me

every morning

and watch

you breathe

regular

and gently

trace the edge

of your angular

shoulder blade

and feel your

warmth

even before

we sleepily

embrace,

entangled…

breathe!

 

Still-life form lay in garden;

very image of the holy tri-unity

perfectly cast in brown clay.

 

The divine animator stoops,

gently cradles prone body, then

exhales his inimitable spirit life.

 

Heart beats as chest rises;

eyes flutter open in surprise

as first man meets his maker.

 

Breathe on us, into us,

that we, so cold dead in sin,

might inhale pure love with

 

respirations of clear joy,

to live grace-full and forgiven;

the image of God, restored.