What Air I Breathe
What air I breathe! It’s what my eyes conceive.
And bright with tears and hearty breast’s exhale,
My sheltered mind ascends, to light-receive.
It’s where my heart’s upbeat - unknown, my tale.
I’m snapped into the driver’s seat. I spy
The scenery - I live within these frames.
I pick up speed, forget one day I’ll die.
I linger long behind the dashboard games.
At last, I park. The moonlight stills the night.
I ponder the meaning of all perceived.
In Savior’s shadow, I find my sight.
My tale, reborn, when Jesus, I believed.
The tender scent of life, at first naïve.
What air I breathe! It’s what my eyes conceive.
5/6/2022
Orphan Sonnet
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
HMS and Rhymezone used
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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