Still as silhouetted dragonfly wings
is all that used to swirl restlessly in me.
I hold my breath and so does the breeze;
we both stop time for centuries.
The secrets from the ancient flier
can only be imparted in complete silence;
any ripple in the universe jeopardizes
this which is rarely achievable in this life.
Perhaps this is my umpteenth time…
I recently had a supreme spiritual moment;
not now, but when I was again freshly broke open,
my soul exposed again to worldly poisons
and decades-rotten ingested false notions.
It is only in these complete ruptures, it seems,
can the bad get out and God restitch the seams.
Perhaps it is true that the rock bottoms are needed
to unclench the fist and open the palm for receiving.
I was mended with light again by His own loving hand.
And inside me, this time, another something planted.
I feel it in the silhouetted dragonfly wings suspended,
except I think it is me that it and the breeze are sensing.
I feel our connectedness,
the same serenity seeds inside of us.
It’s hard to go back to the way it was
when gratitude, which I’ve always had,
are blooms in such surplus shooting up.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise