Dragonfly, dragonfly,
king of the smallest things which fly.
Wisp of wonder,
your flight is choreographed
in an airy balletic dance.
Peacefully, your delicate wings
teach me of subtlety and nuance,
silent stirrings, and mysterious movements
of the Spirit.
Your landings are soundless and serene.
So like the Sovereign One who made you,
soft secrets and whispered words
are the language you speak.
And when I still my heart like the pond
in meditative musing
I perceive the Sacred Presence you reflect.
– Denise Rowe
The above poem, written in January 2015, was published in The Voice of Rachel Weeping: A Creative Journey of Compassion, Healing, and Hope for Abused Women (available through Xulon Press. For further information on The Voice of Rachel Weeping, click on “Metaphor Maker Press Website” on the blog home page.
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