"pneumatos" poems
I write you with WorD and BreadtH.
But all WordS are not the same
upon each lip that speaks,
for each one comes from unique lungs,
the finger print of every BreadtH.
——
They say that God BreatheD life
into that first man
who was created by the WorD.
And life is never so near
as when we BreathE.
For WordS are the shape
that each life takes.
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC