7-1 Meditating

For some, meditating is a natural process, meaning they have a knack for quieting the mind and enjoying silence and serenity. For others, i.e. me, it is daunting and frustrating for reasons illustrated in this poem.

 

Meditating

 

within my screen-in back porch—

a bright-billed Cardinal fed

her chirping and chirping juvenile chick

then zooming after her into a spruce,

 

cicadas grating through summer dusk.

 

Behind closed eyes I whispered Abba maranatha

 

barely breathing for His voice

 

 

when a jumping spider’s

two huge glistening black eyes

and toxic fangs stared at me—

 

 

stricken

 

I blinked into rippling canopy,

 

the moon pin-cushioned by pine needles,

 

the face of my deepest fear

seared in memory staring…staring…

 

“I rebuke you, Liar, in Abba’s Name.”

 

 

It begins fading into pitch.

 

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