Advent, Again

Awake, you initiate your breath;

Asleep, I initiate your breath.

Waking and sleeping, you breathe

Me.

 

Breath moves vast deserts.

Nourishes tiny cells.

Within and without,

I am Breath.

 

With breath we create cities, civilizations, better mousetraps.

With breath we destroy lands, lives, futures.

We build new cities on the ruins we have made.

We commemorate it all in our art.

 

A Baby comes among us,

Adding his breath to ours.

Will he laugh or cry, or both?

Will he build or destroy, or both?

 

“The Lord is near.

Do not worry about anything.”

How shall we, together,

Use our Breath?

 

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