He breathed into his nostrils the breath of life
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And still His gift is every breath I take.
Each pulse of time is hastening to its goal;
He sends His Spirit, and waves of being break
On the shoals of a barren world; the flower
Springs in the day, and birds and beasts awake,
Blessed with a spray of life one glorious hour
Till petals fall, and the heart rests in death.
The Eternal grants to man a farther power:
To live not only by but for His Breath.
~Anthony Esolen
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