Divine Breath

If heaven could touch me on earth,
I would swear to you that I felt it.

In the inhalation of the sweetest breath that I ever did breathe,
I had felt as though I had taken divinity within me

To be lifted to the highest of heights,
Above my own emotions,
I did stop and sympathize with them,
Thanking them for their honesty and releasing their binds on me

I conversed with my rationality, the machine-hood of my being,
I asked it to relinquish itself to its proper place,
And it lowered itself to the capacity of earthly decisions

I couldn't speak to my soul and ask of its being,
It was all of me, and I felt it thrive, covered in the cool, divine breath.

If heaven could touch me on earth,
I would swear to you that I felt it.