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I hate balloons!
Ever since that day
one horrid child burst one behind me at a party,
when I was only four,
or thereabouts –
I’ve had a hate for balloons
and yet…
A street street-seller
captivates children –
and me-
by making shapes and animals,
as he breathes fife
into long, thin balloons
and curves and twists them in his hands.
Then suddenly, a dog!
And a delighted child
sees, not breath encased, .
only a new friend
to carry home with glee.
Balloons are nothing.
Air filled, they live.
Come Holy Spirit,
pour new life into me
that I may fill and change
and live and grow,
by the very breath of God.

By Andrew Pratt and Marjorie Dobson 2008

By | 2017-09-28T22:18:48+00:00 February 14th, 2018|Ashley France Blog Posts, Blog|0 Comments

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