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BREATH
I felt your breath upon my face the other day,
So close … it made my soul stand at attention,
So close … if I leaned forward,
I could hide in your mane.
An inch away from the Lion of Judah,
So close … I stopped the nonsense of life,
So close … I forgot all strife,
Please don’t leave … please don’t leave.
The dreamy softness of your mane,
Wavy … like lama fur,
Soft … like the neck of a horse,
Thick … like the fullness of time.
Looking in … the way a mother does to a sleeping child,
Looking in … to smell that new born scent,
Looking in … to say a prayer,
To leave an enchanted kiss.
Does anyone know just how near you are?
That if we reach out,
We can clutch a handful of mane,
And look eye to eye into the untamed?
Does anyone know just how dear you are?
That if we reach out,
We will never let go,
For it would be impossible to go back to the way things were?
An inch away from the face of a lion,
My lion,
I’ve waited for you my whole life,
And there you are … an inch away.
You look like a cat and you prowl like a cat,
Circling your prey,
But unlike other cats,
You pounce to set me free.
Free to sail the universe,
Free to explore the beyond,
Free to sleep in my garden,
Free to know no harm.
But mostly … you set me free,
So that I can sit still,
Long enough,
To feel Your breath upon my face.
Sheila Willar - October 23, 2005
Genesis 2:7 (KJV)
And the LORD God formed man
of the dust of the ground,
And breathed into his nostrils
the breath of life;
And man became a living soul.
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