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.




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—





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.