The Breath Of God
The breath of God held a special power;
casting down life from heaven above;
converting a mere seed to a living flower;
enhanced through His power of Love.
For what the Master breathed out;
wasn’t the oxygen we breathe in;
He’d removed all spector of doubt;
with the life He had caused to begin.
His breath, was actually a part of His being;
a replica of the very Master, himself;
the living energy of the Godhead, unseen;
granting consciousness; the eternal wealth.
Life dwelt in each breath He breathed;
living waters of souls rained down;
for it was life, that Thought had conceived;
and Consciousness wore the crown.
The Master’s breath was much like a dream;
for thoughts conceived what lie within;
He pictured reality, his own personal scene;
for, with Him, did all reality begin.
His breath carried the scent of flowers, created;
and the freshness of the morning dew;
indwelt with the goodness of love, satiated;
every morning, became life, anew.
The breath of God, carried a promise of life;
raining down from his garden above;
protecting his children from all manner of strife;
and completing his circle of Love.
Monty 1/13/22. # 919