by Stephen Paul Wren

Like a breath that comes and goes by
never to be seen or cuddled
not here but in Heaven one day
where all the breaths are collected.
All the lives that flutter close by
His mane. His throne. All the breaths add
their own piece and their own peace. Little
threads of golden life fuse with the breaths 
giving new lives, new liberties.
New choruses for all mornings.

Dr Stephen Paul Wren was educated at Cambridge and worked as an industrial chemist before transitioning back into academia at Oxford. He joined Kingston University in September 2018 where he works as a Senior lecturer. Stephen’s poetry can be read here.

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