God scooped up some dirt and BREATHED life into us...
and Breath is such an experience.
Too often we fail to acknowledge, recognize, notice the power of each breath.
We notice when breathe is beyond us
When our scuba tank is low
When our allergies are bad
When we need an oxygen mask, all day
When those we love take their last breathe.
With so many breaths we speak words
of shame and harm
of hope and love
of no meaning, a waste of our existence
that reveal our brokenness, our wholeness, our desire
We blow out candles with our breath
kisses across great expanse
Whistle while we work, play and while away the day
to annoy our sibling or fill a silent space
to call a pet or flirt a bit
With cheeks full and lips pursed
running full speed, swimming laps, pedaling hard
creation of a new life
Waft the scents of life
fresh backed cookies kindle childhood memories
perfume noticed while nuzzling a neck
parent aroma remembered when assurance wished
Whoosh of air
renact the creative moment
spirit in and spirit out
Main street, noon day, mid week, ordinary time
breath still special?
God gave, you chose