|
Breath Of Heaven
A soft warm current , that I may touch
Air on my skin is speaking much
A small wind, a sacrament, Thy Breath bestows
Rippling through fingers, my hand doth close
Holding fast in a moment of knowing
Invites me through , to where I am going
This draft, a benediction, to receive thy favor
This moment, this morning, my soul doth savor
My guided path You gently lay down
Wind swirling this day, to turn me around
Your Presence in the top, of the balsam trees
Divine’s the trail, as I sink to my knees
Showing me always to where You are
I know I am small, and the journey far
But You draw us this life, to walk, to say
Igniting, awakening, tracking the way
Thy Spirit, Thy sacrament at our fingertips
Ear to Heaven, Thy Name on our lips
The homing beacon You sow in Your own
On the Breath of breeze, winging us home
Mary Jane Q Cross
www.maryjaneqcross.com
Copyright 2010
Please request poetry for any painting on the site
|