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Breath of Life

I put my hands gently on my lower ribs, and closed my eyes. Imagined God, in the Garden, breathing the breath of life into dust and bones. Imagined God’s breath deep within me, Pneuma, Holy Spirit, Breath of Life.


"I heard a gentle whisper with each breath: Peace, be still. Peace, be still. " Michelle Ortega

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