A Small Breath

The Spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Almighty gives me life. Job 33:4

What am I doing here? I am so high up!

I scream, but there is no sound.

Ah, I have no mouth.

Plop!

One of my brothers just died.

Am I next? Perhaps.

I’ll just keep floating…

I won’t pop like my brother.

Plop!

My skin is a thin effervescent membrane.

I dance in the air dependent on the wind.

Why do I feel warmth?

Plop!

I have already existed for three seconds,

And my life is already near the end.

Why so short?

Oh dear! Can I round the corner?

Plop!

Yes, I am quite fragile.

Just one jab and I will die.

Oh, how I envy the humans.

Plop!

I was born because of a warm breath.

It lingers still, and I rise to the Creator.

My ten seconds are now complete.

After all, I am only a bubble.

Plop!

Published by Sheba

Sheba is a Dallas native that wears many hats including Physician Assistant in the inpatient oncology department, “wifey” to her husband, mommy to the sweetest lil baby, but most importantly disciple of Christ. Her idea of a fun time includes trying out different foods (especially desserts), listening to music (live concerts is a big bonus!), traveling with her husband, and unwinding with her loved ones (Netflix may be involved). When she has some extra time to squeeze in, she enjoys singing with family, painting/drawing impressionistic works, writing on the blog, and reading fiction. View all posts by Sheba