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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