“May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder.”
― John O’Donohue, Eternal Echoes: Celtic Reflections on Our Yearning to Belong

A praying mantis at my door,
evidence,
I can’t ignore.

I look for signs
everywhere,
indications that you are near.

And even though,
I swish him out,
he stares at me,
there is no doubt,
perhaps he’s here,
just to say,
that everything will be okay.

He’s part of the cosmic stream,
a messenger on sacred beams.

In mystical times,
I just sense,
cherished gifts of recompense.

A porthole opens to give me bliss,
a dulcet moment,
a sacred kiss.

My praying mantis,
dressed in green,
quietly heralds the unseen…..

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