but not in vain
bearing away the hate
washing away the pain…
the energy and adrenaline
floods this system
purging the hell within
with a will
like a well of Living Water.
the blood is surging,
bringing the breath
of life into arms and legs, fingers and toes.
the same wind that blows
through cedars with drifting snow.
can you feel it
welling in your heart?
can you hear it
a rushing, a gushing
like holy spirits…
Then it pushes through punching into
the soft round highways of arteries.
singed with original sin,
the blood burns
turning
boys into men and
men into monkeys.
it is insistent and eloquent
this wind that echoes in blood and lungs;
this same air, the breath of God
He blew onto a handful of dust.
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