Fill my lungs with your air once more
For my own will no longer sustain me
Let me feel life again
as my diaphragm expands
and a welcome presence enters
Do again what you did in the garden
Forming man in your likeness
and breathing into him
his very existence
Remake me by the spirit of the living God
So I can offer up my praise to the heavens

Let my breath be yours, is directed to God himself, and so is a cross between a poem and a prayer (perhaps its a Psalm?). It’s about saying to God that you can’t do it on your own, and welcoming his revitalising presence. It ends with giving it back to God in praise. The most pleasing thing about this poem-prayer, is its shape, which I confess mostly happened by accident.

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