First, I wish to share with you the poem I most recently wrote.  Way back in "the old days," :) the comedian, Bill Cosby, shared a stand-up routine entitled "Why Is Their Air?"  His final conclusion, after pursuing many humors 'rabbit trails,' was that God made air to pump up basketballs, football, soccer balls, etc.  I woke up at 2:00 a.m. the other morning with the question, "Why Is There Air?" running through my mind.  (I can't explain the way my mind works, and at my age, I given up trying to make excuses for it!" :0)  Anyway, I thought that this would be a great exercise to give to my Bible students as a creative writing exercise.  Air - we are surrounded by it, "filled" with it - so vital and necessary for life, but something we don't often think about.  I will share some of their endeavors in future posts.  Below is my poem, simply entitled "Why Is There Air?"  I hope you enjoy, and please feel free to subscribe to this blog spot and share it with you friends.  God Bless!

WHY IS THERE AIR?

Why is there air?

~that we might feel the Father’s gentle kiss when a soft breeze caresses our cheek.   

We feel His breath as He kisses us goodnight, and we know that 

He will breathe into us His peace as we sleep and dream.

Why is there air?

~ that we might feel the embrace of Jesus when a warm puff of air spring air wraps itself around us, and we know that we are secure with His loving arms holding us as we walk the Way of Life together.

Why is there air?

~ that we might know the praises of creation as she lifts her arms high tossing miniature orbs of liquid life that coalesce and cuddle into cottony white clouds that show us what bunnies and kittens  were created to really look like. 

When she weeps, wind and water cascade and sweep to cleanse and refresh with fragrance reborn.

Why is there air?

~ that we might know the power of the Spirit with His divine eye of peace at the center of the gale while His arms turn and sweep with the sound of the freight train and the flash of brilliance that reminds us of the power of righteous anger and the passion of controlled fury for Kingdom’s sake.

Why is there air?

~ that we might be reminded of the mandate to master our emotions when we see those arms of the Spirit reach out and snap limbs, uproot trees and crumble the vaunted edifices of man – 

yes, a reminder that passion out of control breeds destruction, pain, wounds that cannot be healed, even unto death.

Why is there air?

~that we might see the playfulness of Papa as He floats His winged children on the magic carpet ride of unseen hands and lifts them high aloft to swirl and dance with such unparalleled  beauty.

Breathe in deeply, dear Brother, dear Sister, the wonder of power, of life and love, 

of  His Spirit Breath, more than air and wind, 

His own Essence! 

Robert E. Preston – September 9, 2012