You breathed the stars
And yet you made me.
Your purpose for my life is still elusive, like sand slipping from my
fingers.
But I look at the sky and the grass and the stars and the clouds and
every beautiful thing you created, and I realize…
You will make your purpose known.
You love me with a love greater than the sky, than the sea, than all the
particles of sand, than all of the universe…
That you breathed and spoke into being.
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