Foundations not of stone but of earth
and bone and air
the holy wind
(breathe)
not ashes here but embers
restless
ready to be blown into being
(breathe)
who can know
what they will become?
(breathe)
but time is not ours.
what does earth know of dust?
or bedrock of sand on the shore?
what does thunder know
of a whisper that fills frail lungs?
(breathe)
time is not ours
but His,
as dust and bone and breath are His
and so,
in time
with Him
we breathe.