Thursday, May 27, 2010

In the Presence of Grace

Image: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Rain drops
set by night’s storm
jewel iris leaves
past the hour of morning sun.

A child
is born
into purpose.

Butterflies of delicate wing
and nectars sweet
traverse continents
there and back again.

Strangers re-member
something profound
in their togetherness.

A tadpole
a frog
calls souls to dream.

We awaken from slumber
with time enough.

As the flower opens
white petals widely
to the bee
for its first pollination,

breathes in deeply
the last breath of
their sacred other ~

at the window
the mourning dove coos
a celebration of life
and love.

(c) 2003-2017/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved 
in Everyday Life/Hiraeth Press

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