River of Respiration
Fire and Water
The place of inspiration for me,
Is at the river of respiration,
It is where I go to breathe,
I sit quietly here at the waters
Where I patiently for the fire wait,
The fire is in the wind which blows,
With the wind comes new breath,
Everyday and in every way,
To inhale and to exhale,
To form all of my expression,
By impressions of something revealed.
Breathe in and out,
Voice must be signified,
Its output dignified,
Oh! how I am learning to value breath
Breath so like spirit gives energy
Can I distinguish betwixt,
At this river where I respire,
I feel and understand
what it means to be free
An altar,
Mine is a river full of water,
Likened really to fire
Breath like water,
I drink through the same port,
Fire and water, at the river where I respire,
Water clear and pure,
I can understand how baptism symbolizes,
A cleansing of spirit and soul,
Would need the river for expression to emerge,
How breath gives way to voice
Needed to cleanse and purify oneself
By repenting as the daily part of my devotion.
Springing forth towards life
Both mortal and eternal
At the river of respiration,
Where breath translates into
Father, I repent of all that is offensive to You.
