I form vowels and consonants, calling
you Great Breather, calling on you always
to take from me or give me or please bring
me or deliver me and rarely praise
and thank you for breath and heartbeat, for brain
waves and enzymes, for senses and psyche,
for air, water, fire, and earth, for great pain
that always leads me back to honesty,
facing my power void, my reliance
on whispering fragments of your ancient
name. Every syllable within my chants
is you, every sound I confess, relent,
rely on to form bonds with your great soul
forming our souls, fragments of you, yet whole.
Roger Armbrust
January 9, 2010
