The first memory of man—inhalation. Cold hard oxygen saturates a heaving chest. Lungs lunge out. Eyes spread wide with wonder. Shrunken pupils soak in luster. The pounding palpitations of a pumping heart resound in an abrupt awakening. The slow protracted breath eases into the deep summit.
The rolling rhythm is released, kept by the beat of a living metronome. Inhale. Exhale. And the rhythm of life drums on. The heart of man cannot hold it. The will of man cannot keep it in. His life is locked in an invisible tide. Breathe in. Breathe out. And the unseen substance sinks into our lungs. And the life of man tarries in the blood.
Every breath exchanges death for life. We draw one in, and throw the other out. Death’s shadow hangs upon the dusk of exhalation. Life’s light rains down the dawn of inspiration.
Can you feel the tension in your flesh every time you hold your breath? How tight must the tuning key turn before the taut string snaps? Yet, in this tension, all the music of creation resounds. In this tension, every cry, call, and choral ‘ah’ takes shape.
In this tension, every cry, call, and choral ‘ah’ takes shape.
The voice of God stands erect upon the chariot of His breath. His Word rides forth upon the wind and flies. This is the bowstring of arrow and song. This is the living substance of sound. His breath is the storm inside the song, the foundation and the foundry of His will. And by His breath the world and the universe were formed. And by His breath the song of creation carries on.
This song has never stopped sounding out. Passed on from generation to generation until now, the breath of God’s life lives on in each and every one of Adam’s offspring. We are linked by time, father to father, mother to mother; we are one body unbroken. We form a living mosaic through the ages, lung-locked and linked together by the original breath of God.
We form a living mosaic through the ages, lung-locked and linked together by the original breath of God.
Breathe the beauty of Your being into me Holy Spirit. Saturate my cells with Your powerful presence. I will not take each breath for granted. My lungs will cherish Your life in the atmosphere.
My life hinges upon the unseen; my breath is Your invisible signature upon the canvas of my soul. You have breathed me. You have lent me the breath of being. You will require it of me in the end.