Answered Prayer
Lynda
Allen
I
sit beside the river and pray.
There
are no words to my prayer,
there
is only me in the silence, prayerful,
waiting
for the words to form that can express the longing of my soul for reunion.
The
longing of my soul for the Beloved,
the
one I have felt,
to
appear, to take form before me.
A
tail thrashes and breaks the surface of the water.
Raindrops
form perfect circles as they rejoin their kin in the river.
With
its prize firmly grasped in its talons, an osprey shakes off the water like a
dog,
following
a perfect dive below the surface.
All
touch and transform the ever flowing waters.
The
Beloved recognized in each raindrop and ripple,
in
each dive below the surface,
and
in each stirring that reaches out from within.
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