A Breath, On Christmas (After A Stormy Eve)
Dec 26, 2020
Morning
Christmas
Grey above
Bright water birds
Swift, bluster by
And with the wind
The hawk and gull
Their feathered arrows
Letting fly
Find mark of mind
Your Pneuma new
Bright-breathed bellow
Sigh through our ruin
With Your Ruach
O, brooding Bird
Descend to blow
As when with infant lungs first filled
You cried and breathed
With us
Below
— Christopher James
