Breath by Breath nee Sipping Coffee
“Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste.”
That first scented breath inhaled
as sweet as e'er I have smelled.
The first, the fine nonpareil,
only lasts till death expel.
Oh, that prime refreshing breath
leading to ultimate death.
I atone for sins unknown.
A mere babe, my courage flown.
A sip from the flowing Fount,
living a life to surmount.
With the angels as my guides,
a chaste life in me resides.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2024
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