Pure Breath--By Ruth C. Rehberg--United States

Pure Breath

I wonder how mist

stirs itself, rises and moves?

It is an intake of pure breath

lifted from the drab earth,

like visual evidence

of spirit.

So unhurried,

meditative, in a slow dance

with damp, luminous air.

A creation of stealth

and complete patience.

Beauty, I think,

must be its earthly name;

maybe known as Grace,

up in the heavenlies.*

Shining, dazzling

the eye with clarified pain,

to open them by spirit

power to see—

mist, a ghostly glory.

*( author’s note: 'in the heavenlies'  means 'heavenly places'.)

Ruth C. Rehberg lives with her family in the hills of western Wisconsin, daily reveling in the bounty of beauty around her Garden Valley home. Some of her happiest moments involve walking the roads and woods, scooting on her petunia-pink moped, porch-sitting every minute possible, breathing in the joy of the twilight-golden hour, and reading until her eyes can’t stay open. Gratitude to God for the beauty of the earth is her life’s work.