BREATH IN THE BREEZE

BREATH IN THE BREEZE
by Maria Mize, in 2005-06

With the windows open,
         the blinds seem to breathe
         in ---
and then out ---
With each new gust,
         gently tapping the window frame.

The leaves rustle overhead
         and the branches sway and billow.

I listen,
         and hear the song of the wind chimes
         as they dance in the distance.

Is this not the wind of the Spirit,
         the breath of the living God?
I breathe in;
         a smile gracing my face
I am at peace.