An Ode to Breath

It is as if alternative were even feasible,
and thus reduced to fear, deception comes
as that black leviathan, silent in approach
from ocean depth unknown.

Unconsciously we concelebrate a history
that ridicules ironic tribute;
there before its altar rises saintly smoke,
desperate gasps to a tradition
full of promise,
to a holy death.

Breathe. It is the measure, then,
of all we do not know.
Well may you wonder that the legacy
of this involuntary interchange
of air and element is able
to transcend magnificence, provide the light
upon the stumble-strewn pathway of a life,
and then become
the gateway to totality.
      ~

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

An ode to breath indeed! It is the inescapable necessity of life that, once departed, releases us of our earthly bonds, joining our hands within the great hands of destiny, that resolute certainty that we are to move onward, stepping from the firmament of the earth to the energy of release.

[Dean]

You are the one who sees the implications. Bless you for the perceptiveness, and the willingness to share it!

[Marie]

As life was breathed into us, so we breathe. it deserves a tribute.