2-6 Meditating


within my screen-in back porch—
a bright-billed Cardinal fed
her chirping, chirping juvenile chick,
who zoomed after her into a spruce.

Cicadas grated 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.

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