Step out, see the breath of God. It’s all around you. It comes from where we do not know. Yet it fills us up, so peaceful so refreshing, to our souls. Tenderly it touches, fresh. See it move, where it goes is up to God. You can not touch it, but it touches you. The breath, the life, that brings peace within. Who was, and is to come. In this I am safe and still.
**Mar 8, 2014 Kathy Halley All rights reserved**
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