A History That Breathes
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History breathes as we awaken into each new imagination.
Did you think this was a life? It is the seed of every growing.
It is the wind and sand and rain storming. It is the pebbles
and fingers forming; the sun and the blood, and the leaves
greening, then browning, then gone. It is the snow of a single
season memorizing itself as frost formed upon a single missing
surface, always clinging. It is a difference; distancing us into
a distillation of our wish to become the knowing of our God
and to give ourselves the chance of choice over matter.
It is with great effort we become the softness of a thought
that endures; to make the imagination of permanence
a lasting measure and to make a history that breathes.
Copyright © Vernon Witmer | Year Posted 2021
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