The Rhythm of Life

All of life is a song.

The rhythm of our breathing, even, is a melody in itself.

Steadily going in and out, ringing on a scale so beyond ourselves.

The rhythm -- perfect.

The rhythm -- unbeatable, and so very unique to every single soul granted life.

Breathing.

Each sound, each glorious sound, is a note bringing us back to life --

each. time. it. plays.

Each time it silently echos in and out is a reminder of miracles.

The miracle of our Sustainer, granting this each and every note of life -- of glorious, remarkable life.

And maybe, just maybe.... we would be overwhelmed with the sheer magnitude and beauty of life if we remembered.

If we remembered that this melody of life came from THE Life itself. 

Breathed into the nostrils of man at the very beginning of creation. 

Breathed from the very breathe of God -- the rhythm of life so powerfully existent before time itself.

Infinite.

For we are living out the music of the infinite...each.time. we. breathe.

May our gratitude be extravagant.

May our focus be outside of this world.

May our hearts be full and our lives be wild.

For we are living instruments, breathing the music of the infinite.

Play on, music. 

Play on.

Play on.