Jessica L. Morris

Living,
I breathe in 
the 
nature 
of 
God. 

It is all around me,
as His heart beats 
in blades of grass
	beneath my bare feet on a cool summer night
in gathered kin
	around the table sharing a sumptuous meal 
in falling snow 
	blanketing this world, desperate for rest;
for
if I breathe it not there, 
there is no glory.

If I breathe it not there, 
there is only 
a death march 
of 
one…
 
me
	being
		me. 



* With thanks to the Goettmans for quoting Saint Irenaeus of Lyons in their book, Healing the Illnesses of the Soul: Ancient Wisdom on the Passions and the Transformation of the Heart: “The Glory of God is the Living Man.”