Breathing

Through breath we were created;
Dirt before, something else so suddenly.

Life sustaining air flowing into our bodies,
A testament to His glory.

Breathing in, our blood replenished;
Breathing out, our bodies cleansed.

Each one tells a tale;
Smells sensed, memories embraced.

Without it, our voices mute;
Sobbing can be quenched or created
By our tongues of fire.

When my last breath is gone,
Understanding will be mine.