Pneuma

Pneuma

Emma Winchell

For those evenings in July
When the soil exhaled warm
And the dampened breath of soybean fields
Flushed my youthful skin

I would lay, transfixed in place
Upon bare mattress, still
To my childhood bed, my mother came
And stood next to my twin

She took my ivory sheet in hand
And swept it in the air
Like a thousand doves departing earth
And landing home again

The swelling and cascading
Of my linen like the breeze
Refreshed me with a chilling touch
Around and deep within

How cooling is your stroke, O Lord
How like a gust of wind

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Emma Winchell 
Poet & Student

Emma is a writer for the Literary Practicum at the Moody Bible Institute. Her work has been published in Thin Space Art & Theology Journal. You can read more of her poetry at emmawinchellphotog.wixsite.com/my-site-2

Photography by Ivars