You run for the sound of God’s breath
like you’re chasing the last bird down a tunnel
and all you hear is the explosion of clattering wings
and the white extravagance of exhalation before
the blue inhale of living water
You run for the sound of God’s breath
like you’re chasing the last bird down a tunnel
and all you hear is the explosion of clattering wings
and the white extravagance of exhalation before
the blue inhale of living water