Breaths are like friends.
They refresh us
fill our chests
give us life
and set our hearts aflame.
Coming and going,
rising and falling
and we tend to most take notice
when they are taken away.
You listened, Max, with eager ears
and while lost in a conversation
your bright eyes gleamed surprise
as you found yourself
and decided to breathe.
Your subtle gasps were like your friends
You took neither for granted.
Every friend, a breath of fresh air
(I remember you told me once
that you sincerely looked up to me).
But what do we do now?
There’s a window open.
But no breeze is blowing.
Our lungs empty and heavy.
There are stones in our chests.
Our breath
Our friend
has been taken away . . .
In this moment
I can see you
all eyes and smile
teaching us to gasp
and let Hope in.
Today your chair is empty
as God guides your feet Home
and we are sitting here as you
go on before us all.
God has given you
The Breath of Life,
and while in this chair below
you spent a life looking up at us;
Now we can spend our lives
all eyes and smiles
looking up at you.
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