The rapture of air

The wind whispers your name

And the soothing of its touch

Speaks of eternity

The healing breath of air

Helps the cells of your body to clear

As hope alights

Gently upon your breast

Like a red robin whose early morning song

Speaks

Of the purest delight

The rapturous joy

Of upward flight

Sometimes it appears

That all of nature breathes

In tune to some invisible harmony

While we humans sadly

Constrict ourselves

Holding on too tightly

And losing the way

To simplicity

And beauty

Stop for a while

Center within

Remember to embrace and to live

Breathe and allow

Coming fully alive in every cell

Here

Awake to the present moment

Let us open our lungs to feel

The purifying gift

The purifying joy and delight

Freely offered our spirit

By the rapture of air