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The Breath of God

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Published: June 30, 2007
I.

My bones have been like cabinets;
the hinges all dust, wood punctured.

Breathe, hope, stamina (the grains wheat enough to take on
absence, sweat, and nausea) were misplaced.
Their dearth rearranged my skeleton in certain places,
and I stuck out here—sunk in there.

The nonexistence was pushy—
bored with the fractures,
ignorant of setting the bone.


I was ignorant of setting the bone, too.


Mirrors were poor reflections,
wasted glass, unable to diagnose.

I was intact. It appeared
that way. The angles spoke of it—
they expressed the wholeness of body. Sure they did.

They did.


II.

It spoke of other images, too, the one image, mine—
like silverware sticking out of me obnoxiously,
unkempt and gray and sharp, with no regard for
kitchen scars.

But I was still flesh—still, I had
eleven ribs, eight fingers, two kneecaps.





                 And my marrow




had air pockets.




There were places inside me, little drawers to whole rooms—
that were obsessed with being empty.


They were stable, as well.

Steadfast--vacant,


endless.



This pantry was a fleshy mansion;
I was structure, secrets—walls inside of rugs.
Impossible. Impassible.

III.

Then        
                           God found windows where there were none.


Ash got sucked out of my pores,
Cobwebs died at His breath.


My skin inhaled, and I am not a pantry
without food or entryway.

All the places inside of me—little drawers to whole rooms—
have been broken through, keyholes filled

                                                                        into freedom.


All that I lack I do not.
All that I break for has been cast.

    And when the frame of my stomach cracks here,


there,

          it is straightened out by a hand able to breathe through ribcages,
       heartache—grief like onyx.  



I try out the air,
and I am fixed on the lips of Christ.
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DelicatesilverHobbyist Writer
I've said it before and I'll say it again: I hope you get published! I love this poem as much as the other.
WilliamWilt's avatar
beautiful imagery :heart:
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There is an amazing tranquility within faith.
KneelingGlory's avatar
This is inescapably gorgeous.
wildplaces's avatar
wonderful imagery and emotion and despite the complexity of the vision it doesn't for a moment stray into pretension or get out of your control

a truly beautiful vision
Sonflowerseedz's avatar
God, He does feel this way! Thank you for sharing.

"Then
God found windows where there were none.


Ash got sucked out of my pores,
Cobwebs died at His breath.

My skin inhaled, and I am not a pantry
without food or entryway.

All the places inside of me—little drawers to whole rooms—
have been broken through, keyholes filled


into freedom."
y0urstalker's avatar
I am water at his side.
Tristan-the-Dreamer's avatar
Tristan-the-DreamerStudent Traditional Artist
Holy frickin cow, this is amazing. :wow: I am a Christian and you are an inspiration to me to write always with subtley and skill, but never forgetting what is most important. what can I say? It's astonishing!!
ColonelFitz's avatar
This is a very interesting piece. I think I'm particularly fond of the second section, interesting imagery. :)
twotoedtoadtoo's avatar
The layout is crazy! But I really like this. It is so raw to me, so beautiful. I would like to understand the rhythm you have in mind...how it should be read.
BeanieTheCabbage's avatar
it's very deep.
stark truth.
bluntly honest in a near delicate way.
beautiful.
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lovelyloonStudent
i've somewhat always held this secret desire inside me to create some sort of poetry about how my Savior makes me feel, how He makes so much sense of every little thing. How He makes things happen in me as no earthly thing could ever come close to coming close..

i always give up before even seriously considering picking up a pencil and attempting any such thing.
i'm so scared there's no possible way i could ever come even close to coming close.


i wish there were words i could put together to create some sorts of gushing and ever-grateful and adoring phrases that would come close to expressing how deeply this poem has touched me...maybe even inspired me.

God has bestowed you with a most incredible gift of hope.

Just...thank you.
SNEE33's avatar
This moved me to tears. :';) Love it.
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saroradeppHobbyist Photographer
This is beautiful! I am not a religious creature, but I was so drawn to this! It is composed with such grace and Excellence. You can feel it. So, well done! :D
ZaneSama's avatar
That was a very interesting, and often lovely read. The imagery it casts is really effective, the kind of thing you dwell on for a while afterword.
Elnath-aqr's avatar
Fantastic! I´m speechless.

:clap:
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infinessenceHobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for being a voice that stands out...this is one of the most beautiful poems I've read in a while. Nothing like I was expecting. :)
Kiso's avatar
this absolutely deserves a dd.
breathtaking.
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TheAphelionStudent Photographer
Ah the beauty of Christ :rose:
Your writing is lovely :heart:
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TwistedAlyxHobbyist Writer
Powerful imagery! Everybody has 12 ribs though, you know. (I'm such a know-it-all. Sorry. :XD:)
Stargem-kitty's avatar
I'm pretty sure that was on purpose. She also did mention 'eight fingers' when we all know there's ten.

Beautiful imagery. Captivating.
TwistedAlyx's avatar
TwistedAlyxHobbyist Writer
I totally missed that.
Stargem-kitty's avatar
-laughs- It's alright. ^^
NanoDesu's avatar
i dont get it .__.
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