Jesus is the breath of life.

The air filling your lungs exists because he has made it that way.

That scent of heaven, draping across your mind.

Jesus is the bread of life.

All that is good, pure and holy is his influence on your existence; the scent of the pine, chirp of the chickadee, breeze on your face and warmth of the fire.

All that soothes your soul is his gentle nudge, his tap on the shoulder and whisper to your soul.

“I am here. I am good.”

In the midst of a world set on leading you towards darkness and  death, God speaks in the beam of a light; that beckoning glow on the horizon of your mind.

An awareness of his presence reminds you what the flowers inherently know, seek the light for in it is life.

The light is where life resides, it is the flow within the tide of the knowledge of good and evil that our conscience either wades against or depends upon.

God is the light, the pull towards the bright end of your existence you are so deeply yearning to discover.

He is the source of your best you, the you within you that will be most content and peaceful.

Let him in.

Betray your self interest and  follow him.