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CONNECTION by Julia W. Prentice

I wrote this when thinking of several things that impact my life (and I am sure many others) in positive ways...

My faith rests on a principal that there is an interdepent web of all existence of which each of us is a part. I also notice daily how the spider webs outside my door preservere through winds and rain, and yet are so insignificant as to be almost invisible. Invincible, invisible connection is all around us, some connections as fine as spider silk but oh so strong.



Connection
by Julia W. Prentice

Connection tenuous, a silver thread
Strand of gossamer, barely seen, but
Firmly anchored in our soul
Scintillating, shimmering

When we reach out
The trembling cord vibrating
With the hum of our life
We touch other threads

As they in turn vibrate
Our frequencies align
To double the life-force
Nay, increase it exponentially

Two become three
Three, five, as the 
Web of life pulses our
Spider-silken strands

We reel in our line
Fisherwomen with our
Catch, Anglers land
The big one and

Our lives entwined forever
Tangled, sometimes knotted
Or beautifully wrapped up
Tied like a birthday bow

Such is our connection, and
We bow to it’s beauty
As we form a web
United in the dance of life





Julia W. Prentice: A deeply feeling Cancer, Julia still has poetry from teenage years, when words were her salvation. She lives in California with her soulmate and a current furry companion. Former ASL interpreter, a passionate Peer Supporter of persons with mental health challenges, knitter, educator, crafter and singer. She writes like breathing: in ragged gasps, mighty shouts, half-voiced whispers. Always she is compelled to write. Finalist for ‘The Poet’s Billow’ Atlantis Award 2015. Published in the “Temptation  Anthology”, “Where Journeys Meet - The Voice of Women’s Poetry” and “Poetry As a Spiritual Practice - Illuminating the Awakened Woman”. You may connect with her via her blog here




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