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

becomes

a frog

and

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,

Someone,

somewhere,

breathes in deeply

the last breath of

their sacred other ~

And

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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