Breathe...
As much as you can.
Take in oxygen and give out carbon dioxide...
Breathe.
Do that thing where you gently touch your chest and close your eyes as if you're envisioning your inter-coastal muscles contracting and relaxing.
Art.
Yes that's what you are.
No scratch that...
That is WHO you are.
You bring life to the most inanimate object,
Beauty to the ugly ones...
I mean your smile awakens the mortal world...
You are the resurrection!
You are art.
Listen ... hear that? *silence*
That's how the room reacts when you grace it with your presence.
The "goldenness" of that applauding silence elevates your beauty from 100 to 2000 linking it to the number of years ago that Christ was born... why?
Because the occupants of that room give thanks to God for you.
He wasn't joking when He said "I know the plans that I have for you... to give you a hope and a future"
See you were His plan for me,
Your personality the hope,
And your heart together with the "yes" you will murmur when I ask you to marry me will be the future.
So breathe...
Because that's my assurance that "for as long as I live" is not just a statement.
Breathe because that is you effortlessly thanking God for the life WE share together.
Breathe so that I can watch you...
Because carbon dioxide never looked so good exiting and oxygen never looked so great entering.
Ayoola M'e
