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

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