Oxygen

The oxygen we breathe is not our own

It came from the entangled trees to our cells 
and now our bodies hold a part of the wind that surrounds 
all life,

all breathing,

In and out
give and take

try to draw the lines of faith, but do you hear
all that the wind sets in motion?

Can we persist in searching

can we lie in the great mystery and let that be enough because

I can hear the sound of your heartbeat

And you can hear the echo of my wrinkled thoughts at midnight

If you see this much beauty in your world than maybe you see peace in my eyes

and maybe tonight can we worship the way we all entangle closer,

closer than our breath

and farther into wonder
at the softest
and most silent of things.