Monday, January 31, 2005

The Bridges

Breathe.
Breathe.
Wingspan reaching into eternity.
My left into the past,
My right into the future.
Each touching forever.
And I am here, now.
Breathe.
Breathe.
The everlasting filling my lungs,
Until all I can do is breathe.
Breathe.
God is within and without,
And now God is within and without..
Me.

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