I feel my chest move in and out, in and out

The expansion of my lungs, I feel it…breath

I can hear nothing but the breaking of silence

Nothing, but yet something moves

A sweet breeze, a slow wind coming, yes coming, coming to me?

Oh, I feel a presence, Oh, something real – NO, someone is here

I fear, no I need, I long, I desire…but I fear

Comfort, yes, it is with Him, but yet I stay here

The wind blows…yet I know not where it goes

The wind blows…it is rushing into my soul

I fear, no I need, I long, I desire…but yet I fear

Comfort, yes, it is with Him, yes, I shall come to Him

Move towards Him, Yes, now! Move, now

But no, what will that mean?

But yet he calls, he moves, he breathes

So that in the wind I might hear

I will come – thank you, thank you

Breath to Dust – I am alive again

-- Reid S. Monaghan - September 2005

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