LIFE'S BREATH by Eva Marie Cagley

Life’s Breath

The humid night air breathes life

Wraps you in his black velvet

That warms you by the crackling fire pit

And Promises you a yellow sunny tomorrow.

If you listen, you will hear his song

Of crickets chirping and frogs croaking by the pond.

Animals moving in the Brush-A mother deer and her fawn

Peering out safe one more night from man’s harm.

Still in the silence we all sit in unity

Around The orange flames dancing

Tell stories and recite poetry with open mike.

Each one Creative-Each tell their stories

Of Dreams-Hopes-Love

But together in union we join Spiritually

As one heartbeat throbbing into the night.

And in this moment, we are all of one spirit- one heart.

As we join with the black soil of the earth

We feel the peace-the serenity

And thank God for this moment shared

Now frozen within time

We will later tell stories of it

The funny things that were said

And the not so funny as well

How we captured it on the painted canvas

Of our life’s-our minds

Splattered in the brightest hues of the rainbow

To light the dark night entering our free spirits

When we leave here, we will have known the unity

Of fellowship

And what that really meant because it was joining

Not just some empty word spoken.

But something we could all grasp onto

And claim as our own!

If only for Today-Just today, we all smiled

And took a breath of life!

Artwork by Nazim Nazim

Eva Marie Cagley was born and raised in Waterloo Iowa, where she spent most of her time working with teenagers in a group home and at a Juvenile Detention Center as a counsellor. Working with teenagers gave her great joy, having had none of her own. She comes from a large family of nine children having six brothers and two sisters. She has always had a love for poetry, and has published 4 poetry books of her own, including her latest The Airwaves of My Soul, available on Lulu.com and Amazon Kindle. Connect with Eva via Email: eva.marie11@hotmail.com or cagley11@aol.com

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