Reverent Breath
Reverent Breath (As appears on FaithWriters.com)
by Samuel Dumas Click Blue to see 60 other articles at Faith Writers
09/08/19
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by Samuel Dumas Click Blue to see 60 other articles at Faith Writers
09/08/19
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Reverent Breath
The wind still breathes
Like a sigh through the land
But my father’s breath is still.
He lies facing his God.
His calm complacency crumbles
Like the veined autumn leaf
Which has lost its tannin
And has no hiding
From the horrid black rains
Whose final thund pounds the air--
Creations, O Man, creations of silence,
Those heavy hounds of Hell!
And how quick is this horrid rain
That mutes the sounds of his body,
Disappearing these soulful clocks
As if they had never been.
The wind still must breathe
Like a sigh through the land
But my soul is still,
Paused in the reverencial traces
Of my father’s final cadence.
—Dumas fils
The wind still breathes
Like a sigh through the land
But my father’s breath is still.
He lies facing his God.
His calm complacency crumbles
Like the veined autumn leaf
Which has lost its tannin
And has no hiding
From the horrid black rains
Whose final thund pounds the air--
Creations, O Man, creations of silence,
Those heavy hounds of Hell!
And how quick is this horrid rain
That mutes the sounds of his body,
Disappearing these soulful clocks
As if they had never been.
The wind still must breathe
Like a sigh through the land
But my soul is still,
Paused in the reverencial traces
Of my father’s final cadence.
—Dumas fils