by Doug Bursch
Our tomorrows are clay men waiting for the breath of God.
Someday God will choose to withhold His breath
from the timetable of humanity.
Until then, we take this enlivened day as a gift.
The dust has been formed and animated by the breath of God.
So we sing, dance, move and have our being.
We use up the day until we can almost feel the clay.
Let my life deeply exhale every breath God has given me.
Daily, let me exhale daily and feel the clay.
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