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.