my Breath

This morning

God went for a walk

in the city

in the cool

of the day

and, on the way

to the park’s trail,

she saw evidence

of civilization

but no signs of life.

She breathed

Yahweh,

her name,

pairing each syllable

with each inhale

and exhale,

as if to

resuscitate us,

to whisper

us awake,

sharing the rise

and fall

of respiration,

praying for

a resurrection

on her way

to the trail.

So, I wait

for her return,

here in the

rising heat

of the day.

The waiting,

my prayer,

the long wait

of longing,

Come home,

dear Lord,

come home.

I have arisen

from death.

Return,

my life,

my Breath.

………………………….

my Breath

by troy cady

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