Continually shed your rough skin
to keep the calluses from growing
to keep yourself vulnerable
to remain aware of your need
for mercies new every moment.
Surrender your battle-scarred skin
to feel the air again
to feel the freshness of things
to feel the nuances and texture of the days
for true strength is not in thick skin.
Let the heavy, scratchy skin fall away
to move in truth and righteousness
to move in the readiness of peace
to move with the Spirit and pray
for gentleness, the armor of saints.
You are constant as breath, and yet
I sometimes struggle to breathe.
When I am not trained in the heights nor depths, I gasp
for breath and ache.
When I consume ungodly things my lungs grow
and I cannot breathe as I should, for I have grown
But You are Spiritus - Breath of Life.
You breathed my soul, my self, into being.
When I want for knowledge, for strength, You
in Your steadfastness show me, help me,
learn how to breathe
when the air is thin
when I'm all closed in.
When my breath is shut out by my sin-clogged lungs,
and I ask for You,
Divine Surgeon, Miracle worker, King -
You destroy the cancerous thing
and give me new air and new lungs
with which I breathe.
Your breath is the Word made flesh.
Your breath is the Son surrendered.
Your breath is the resurrection.
Your breath is the Holy Spirit.
Your breath is life eternal.
Your breath is gentle, joyful, whole.
With Your breath may my soul sing
and praise You, Glorious Holy King.
I write to process. I write to explore. I write with the hope of sharing truth greater than my own.