Breathe on me, Breath of God

God's breath has come
to fill our sails anew,
and so we skitter silently --
bright patches of love and joy --
across a sparkling sea of light.
The dark and colorless void
we leave behind --
this backdrop,
which illuminates
where we have been,
what we must overcome,
and where we must
eventually
return --
fades before the thrill
of wind
and color;
the space within the heart
fills with light and air
and we are soaring
once again.


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