–I am
not
God
The breath inside of me is closer
than I could ever be to grace-
it is closer to the essence of creation
than what I perceive myself to be
daily
The wind dances across the world
an act of worship and of life
as I sit and watch and worry
about the too many things, everything,
the
quotidian
A misunderstanding of my understanding
of God, the being I am not, yet pray to;
attempting to grasp the completely ethereal
from within the quagmire of my material temple
with
spirit
Breathe – the breath within is grace
it allows me to sit and watch and worry
attempting to understand, though incompletely;
perhaps, I should simply breathe – it is breath which
transforms