Blow

Blooow! Blooow! Bloooow!
In well-tempered spasms
        across my outstretched face.

Lift me up you gusts of glory,
       Soothing and inciting
                    with each blast,

       Filling and emptying
                feelings passed
                   feelings passed
                        feelings past . . .

          expression

Past impression
               into peace.

What are you,
      lifting
          surrounding
                subduing me?

Are you the breath . . . of God?

©1997, 2010 Bob Mason