The breath of life, it stirs within us—
a spark in the darkness, a whisper in the wind.
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In the Beginning, it was more than air, it was God’s breath—Ruach—
not just oxygen filling lungs, but inspiration igniting the soul.
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It is the force that pushes us forward, that makes us reach for the stars, that shapes us into creators of worlds.
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Ruach—the spirit, the wind—moves unseen, yet it is always felt.
It drives the heart, fuels the mind, and lifts the soul beyond what the body can bear.
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The breath of God is not a mere exhale; it is the unseen hand shaping dreams, lighting fires of imagination, breathing purpose into dust.
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This breath— it is the artist’s lungs, the writer’s pen, the thinker’s mind, the dreamer’s heart.
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It is not just a pulse of existence; it is the very essence of being,
the divine force that drives us to create, to build, to dream, to love,
to rise above the mundane.
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In every breath we take, there lies a spark of the Divine, a connection to something greater, a reminder that we are more than flesh.
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We are vessels of inspiration, carriers of endless possibility, lit by the sacred wind that moves us to live fully and deeply.
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The breath of life is the breath of God, a sacred wind that fills us
with purpose, passion, and drive.
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In every inhalation lies the promise of creation, of transformation,
of stepping boldly toward the unknown.
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And as that breath fills us, the stair to destiny rises— each step carved in quiet resolve, illuminated by shadows and fleeting light.
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It climbs through the unknown, where every rung is a choice
and every landing is a promise.
Upward lies the horizon, the place where dreams meet reality,
where purpose finds its voice and lives are shaped by sacred intention.
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Each step is a journey, a testament to the divine spark within us.
We climb, driven by the breath of life, toward the endless sky,
toward the place where fate unfolds.
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This is the stair to destiny, where paths converge, where lives are made, and where the breath of God meets the will of humanity,
lifting us into what we were always meant to be.
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Job 33:4: “The Spirit of God has made me; the breath of the Almighty gives me life.”
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© R Gordon Zyne
- Author: R. Gordon Zyne ( Offline)
- Published: November 30th, 2024 07:25
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