Yahweh

 

  

Yahweh, someone said,

Sounds like a breath:

It is the first breath at one’s birth

And the last at death.

 

It gave me a thrill

To think I called His name

With the very first breath I drew

And then again and again.

 

Try taking a breath

And tell me of its sound,

It’s not farfetched what you hear,

It’s rather quite profound.

 

 

 

Yahweh, Yahweh

Comes with every breath,

Whispering at the time we come forth

Until our very death.

 

When God created Adam

He formed him from the mold,

Then He breathed his breath in him

Making him a living soul.

 

 

 

Yahweh, Yahweh

Comes with every breath,

A whisper at the time we come forth

Until our very death.

 

Now take a deep breath:

Inhale and exhale,

It seems like Yahweh is the sound

And this without fail.

 

Never take for granted

Even a single breath,

Notice it is Yahweh in and out

And then a little rest.

 

 

 

A pause to let it sink in:

Yahweh is in every breath

It’s like calling his name at birth

And saying it until death.

 

It is more obvious

If struggling to breathe,

Could it be a way of calling on Yahweh

To bring us ease?

 

 

 

Yahweh, Yahweh,

Comes with every breath,

From the moment we come forth

Until our very death.

 

Yahweh in and out,

It’s Yahweh every hour,

We cannot draw a single breath

Unless He gives us power.

 

Stewart Russell © September 22, 2025