Our capacity to breathe is not a right, it’s a gift.
When lungs are attacked by disease,
Some may say, “Why me?” but “Why not?”
The clean air is a gracious creation for us.
We do not deserve it; it’s a gift.
When the air is filled with pollution,
Some rarely see the color of the sky in their whole life.
I look at the high tide and blue sky; I take a deep breath in;
And say, “Thank you Lord, for clean air, and for my life!”
- Written by Miriam Hurdle in memory of Kathy Rossi, my son-in-law Will Rossi’s beloved mom who went to be with the Lord in August, 2015