“When he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them, ‘Receive the Holy Spirit’” (John 20:22)
Once You breathed on me;
I felt Your breath, so softly
Surrounding me, then slowing,
Ever so delicately,
Moving through and filling me
With Your liberating Presence.
Then Your breath became You,
How I know not, but
When Your breath morphed into You
It ceased to move; everything
Ceased moving within and around me.
There was simple union,
Pure You and only You
For a space as immeasurable
As it was unforgettable.
You are Spirit;
You are love;
Light and airy, yet
Of Greater Substance and Power
Than all the mass and energy
Generated by Your Big Bang.
This is but one of Your paradoxes:
Ultimate power one with Ultimate tenderness,
Strength wed inseparably to gentleness.
You are Yourself the Miracle of all miracles.
Breathe on me, breath of God;
Transform my weighted being
Into your weightless Wind,
Blowing wherever it will,
In accordance with Your will,
Knowing Your freedom of flight.
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