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20081209

His breath is offers of Life...
Lord let me taste your fragrance again
...in perceiving your beauty
it doesn't so much overwhelm
Like struggling blind
- I hear music, still feel music
but it isn't carry me away.

I feel across realms still
but its less of a song
and more of a ghost
and closing my eyes...
there is missing, the absence of force

So I must seek again

Care of matters fill the mind once focused
and I lay waiting for dawn
But that's not whats important
It shouldn't be anyhow
Not when there was Death then Life
Not when separation can melt
Because Way has been made
Not when Death is made captive
And grace is poured out

Magnificent thing - His breath onto mine
Paint the dawn colors
Birth ice into the fantasy of its crystals
And raise life to winter flowers
All praise be to you God
All glory to your name
All wonders melt in reverence
Flowing down to lesser things.
How in silence do you glory?
How in thunder is great song?
Teach my heart your Holy reverence
Teach my soul your ways.

~JLB

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