FINAL BREATH

They say that God has breathed life into us and all things

And I’m more certain of this when a chickadee sings.

I’ve asked my nurse to open the window to let the air in,

Suddenly God brings upon me His breath that formed wind.

And this is when I know that I will never be alone,

He has walked with me whenever and wherever I roamed.

That God’s presence presents itself in mysterious ways,

I wish I had known such things in my earlier days.

And my final breath left and carried far out the window,

To now go along, wherever the wind will blow.

It winds through the grass, and up in the trees.

It swirls toward the clouds and rustles the leaves.

And surely my friends and family, I have left,

But we will meet again in our life after death.