BREATH OF LIFE
The wind
it blows
…why?
Nobody knows…
clay inanimate
sparked to life
God selsyn with
man and wife
consort launching
one to sail
ofttimes so soft
ofttimes a gale
thee render seed
and occasion rain
thee scurry fauna
and contour grain
I turn away
but thee remain
seeking asylum
with no refrain.
Timothy is a US Army veteran and has resided in Michigan for most of his life. His passion is to compose ideas and ideals (primarily, Judeo-Christian in nature), into poetic verse.
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