Heaven’s Breath, a poem by Gregg Hake
Heaven’s breath upon my neck
Doth every hair incline
And with each glancing blow doth beck
My soul to be divine
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Gregory Hake 
As we incline toward and in the respirations of heaven we are refreshed allowing us to refresh our worlds beckoning all to so incline and enjoy.
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