Burning Breath

If I were ever to lay eyes on my Beloved,
surely every tear I shed thereafter
would reflect in miniature His perfection.
If I were to hear the voice of God,
surely every word I spoke thereafter
would ring with the sound of His greatness.
If I were to draw a breath of my Beloved,
surely every exhalation of mine thereafter
would savor of His sweetness.

And, as breath is burning
every breath would burn away a little more of "me"
until nothing is left but God's breath
circulating, echoing,
singing praise.