Breath

Breath Life begins not when we exit our mother’s womb, not when we are severed from our mother’s body. Life begins with a gentle tap from a stranger. We gasp, we begin to breath. And so, life begins with our first precious breath. Breath is Expression It is the wind on which the voice sails. The zephyr from where song floats. A sudden gust that carries our laughter. The roiling tempest that thunders our fury. A warm breeze that whispers our passion. It is the hush that conveys our grief. Breath is Life Breath recycles life and refreshes the soul. Each breath is a new start, a precious gift. An offer to make each new moment better than the one before. Breath is Dying One day, we will take our last breath. For some, that last precious breath will be a gentle sigh of relief, a slow billow of regret, a soft whisper of endearment. And then life will end as it began, with a precious breath. Roger White