The Preying Mantis

I spied a praying mantis

A sittin’ on the steps,

One golden afternoon.

I paused,

mid-step

To see what he would do.

He sat still,

And just prayed.

Time delayed,

he prayed

and I swayed

My eyes half-mast,

Listening to the dragonfly wings

Drone on,

as they zig-zagged past.

Oh!–what a start!

My saint mantis

stabbed a dragonfly

through its very heart!

I leaped back

Disbelieving,

undreaming,

As he hugged the dragonfly

—still struggling!

I clenched my fists

As he ripped off its glittering wings.

I turned away

Dismayed—

And just a little bit wiser.

Not everyone who prays

Really does, and only God is not a liar.

–dd

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The Lonely Places

by Danielle Dumas

I look from the dusty, dry fields                                                                                                         to the burnt sienna sky                                                                                                                    The wide, wide spaces between
Swallow me up inside.
Sand roads that lead nowhere
Draped with heavy trees
I glimpse hidden pastures
Between the mossy leaves.
And while the storm gathers strength  
When the wind surges warm and sweet
The clouds build towers from earth to sky
The rain, a one-way street.
I smile, as the lonely lands
Blossom once again
Never forgotten, not once forsaken
I see a mighty hand.
Who covers all, who fills all, who is all that is good.
Mysterious are Your ways; not understood.
I wonder: Why is it these quiet places that startle me?
Perhaps it is because only there I can best see
That You are there; whispering
“Worship only me.”
And when the sunset sky
Fades to darkest black
I hear the swamps murmur lowly,
The crocodile teeth snap.
I laugh, unafraid
Because the truth I see.
You inhabit eternity,                                                                                                                         You are the in-between.                                                                                                                    You smiled when we were made
“It is good “you said, as You gave.
You never turned away ,                                                                                                                  but move closer still —                                                                                                                    and searching my soul
You turn my desolate spaces
Into triumphant places.

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iphone photo by danielle dumas

A New Song 🎶

A New Song
DD

Take my pain
And make it a song
Make the dark notes light
Smooth the staccatos to long.

Take my grief
And make it sound
Like church bells ringing
All around.

Fill my silences
With Your joyful shouts !
Triumphant chords:
Erasing my doubt.

Make my fear be
as light as the breeze
Rustling the top
Of the redwood trees.

Let my dissonance
Soften like gentle rain
Changing my haunted melody
To holy; changing everything

And take my rewritten melody
Intertwined with Your light.
Singing our song for Your glory,
Showing Your power and might.

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iphone photo by Danielle D

What I wish for You (a poem)

What I wish for you
Is freedom,
Brave and true.

May you command a ship
And sail into the great blue.
May you jump wildly into the waves
May you swim through underground caves.

May you find a glittering black beach,
May you sink to your knees
And watch a priceless sunset.

May you make huge white wings
And sail from your isle,
May you soar through the sky
No more exiled.

May you feel the great redwoods
As you drift past,
May you remember the great plains,
Yellow-green and vast.

And touching down may you walk
Through the mountain trails
May you discover secret treasure
And leave it for others.

And may you journey on
Until your soul is full
Of light and shadow
Sun and snow.
Wind and rain
Peace and love
Hope and rest.
May you know the highs and lows
And all the depths of you–
And choose to live free; too.

……DD

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iPhone photo by Danielle Dumas

 

Paradise Lost

The sky writhes in pain
It’s cloud – veins twisting and bulging
It’s heartbeat- the thunder
shudders and thuds with power.
And finally,
silver blood drops down , spattering the earth
And we look up, from traveling it’s dusty bones .
We are Paradise Lost.

DD

Surprised by Sunrise (a poem)

by Danielle Dumas


Sometimes in the darkest hours 

We rise, from our sleepless bed

And look out into the endless night.

We pull on our boots and coats 

And jam a hat over our ears.

And while no one notices,

we wipe away a tear.

We open the frost covered door

and step into the cold.

Hunching our shoulders,

we stride across the snow.

We find a tree and lean against its weight.

Wearily; we slide down to sit at its base.

And searching the black, black sky

We sigh 

and wait,

and wait.

And in it’s own time —

We see a sliver of light.

Pushing through

the leaden sky.

Then another ray pierces through.

It is joined by its brothers 

and interwoven,

fits, like a puzzle .

But then our gazes turn sharply towards the east 

Where with a fiery blast of heat

The sun dances on the horizon.

Our eyes water as its searing light

Conquers all remaining night.

Lining the world in blazing gold.

It shouts to us to have hope!

Standing up from our knees, we realize 

We have to shield our eyes.

And at the same time wonder how we can always be

Surprised by every sunrise.

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iphone photo by danielle dumas