I breathe.
In the early hours of the morning, I breathe in.
In the silence of night's ending, I breathe out.
In a happy balance of receiving in and giving out.
Breathing,
To listen and give witness and to rest at days' dawn.
For in my breath gently flows God's Spirit giving life to my spirit,
A gift for a new day.
In the early hours of the morning when silence reigns, I breathe,
Thankful for the gift of life,
And the Giver.
In. And out. And in. And out.
A slow, deep, quiet rhythm of grace,
I breathe.
