Loving Breath Poem by Midifo Yearns

As feather floating, on loving Breath
carried on wind of mighty Word
life, as gift, beyond all fear of death
cries out in joy, what seems absurd
I am, I live, I love to hope, for more
though fragile be the steps I take
to enter through that sacred door.
There is so much in me that’s fake.
Where to, or how, I often wonder
then and there, the breath subsides
and I, in fright, see life asunder
but Word re-spoken, Breath abides.
Then power afresh invades my being
and I am blinded, gifted with new seeing.