Two Somewhat Different Epigrams
Oh, God of dust and rainbows, help us see.
That without dust the rainbow would not be.
That without dust the rainbow would not be.
Breath animates the clay of our being. It is the lusty cry of the newborn, and the essence of wind, spirit, muse, sound...Everything "breathes." Think of the woods on a spring day, the sussuration of leaves, the rippling grasses, the trembling of dappled light.