Stealthy invisible gusts
bow pastured blade
in homage -
a passing comb
across the brow.
Fresh air sings between feathered reach
rustling grasses,
a feathered breath
within the sky’s blank canvas.
There is no signature cloud
tracery to reveal its route
just the bending of reverent sward.
And the sound of a rushing wind
fills the room of day
the breath of God upon the waters.
And mixed among this genesis of creation
the simple act of direction
holds a rook aloft
and fills its lungs.
The breath of God
gives life.
This is one of a month long group of blogs on the topic 'Fresh Air' -
Visit some of the others and get other freshnesses. The links are on the right.
Visit some of the others and get other freshnesses. The links are on the right.
14 comments:
Keith,you took me to my favorite of all places with these words -- the crest of a dune, watching gulls soar on currents, windblown, breathing in cool, moist air, filling my soul with a renewed sense of God's Presence in the moment. Love your last two lines: "The breath of God/ gives life." Ahhhh...what a beautiful breath of fresh air today! Thank you!
Keith--another gorgeous image, gloriously said. "Fresh air sings..." Wonderful.
As always, Keith, your words and photo are a blessed addition to the blog chain. Beautiful post, my brother. :)
Thank you Keith -amazing, I was right there with you. It is the breath of God that fills us with his fresh air. Love it!
Blessings!!
You did it again. This has a double meaning. The wind--God's breath--creates "life"--the swaying of the grass, the flying of the rook.
You have an amazing mind! Love, love, love your poetry.
And I learned a new word--sward. :)
Excellent poem, Keith. You do a great job with images, and the double meaning near the end of the poem is well done.
Beautiful. I love the mix of poetry and prose, humor and thought provoking posts on this chain!
Love the mix of poetry and prose; humor and thought provoking posts we are getting on the chain this month. Beautiful
As always, I feel my blood pressure go down when reading your blog. Great post!
Peace and Blessings
Astounding as always! You never cease to amaze me, Keith. I think smoke must come out of your ears when you write a poem! LOL I loved this...a passing comb across the brow. Wonderful!
Beautiful! "The breath of God upon the waters." I love that line! I have always enjoyed your poetry. So refreshing! :) Thank you for sharing your gift!
Keith, I always enjoy marinating in your poetry, it really is like reading the Bible to me as I always seem to gain more each time I read through one of them. Thanks!!
Keith, I am not sure where you expected to take people with these beautiful words but I was somewhere wonderful. Thank you for that. Glad your a part of the Chain.
I could really hear the sounds and see the sights while reading this Kieth. Very nicely done. You took me to a place of tranquility - then you took me back to the dawn of the universe itself. Imagine the fresh air at the time when God had just finished his work of creation.
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