Not To Wax Pedestrian, But ANYONE WITH ASTHMA KNOWS THE BLESSING THAT IS AN UNFETTERED BREATH

The Blessed Virgin compared to 

the Air we Breathe

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

WILD air, world-mothering air,  
Nestling me everywhere,  
That each eyelash or hair  
Girdles; goes home betwixt  
The fleeciest, frailest-flixed          
Snowflake; that ’s fairly mixed  
With, riddles, and is rife  
In every least thing’s life;  
This needful, never spent,  
And nursing element;          
My more than meat and drink,  
My meal at every wink;  
This air, which, by life’s law,  
My lung must draw and draw  
Now but to breathe its praise, ...