With the tenderness of an angel
whose prayers are as constant as breathing
and the determination of an eagle
that flaps her wings over the water that holds her prey,
she empties herself of all ambivalence, fear, and doubt,
filling herself with all that is pure and holy;
the enemy, dazed, scurries from her presence,
her words rise as incense to the heavens.

P. Wanken


Inspired by The Sunday Whirl’s Prompt #76: dazed, incense, ambivalence, empties, holy, scurries, breathing, fear, flaps, prayers, water, and tenderness. Also posted for Day 87 at “100 Days of Summer” — click here to go to their Facebook page.



  1. Paula, wow. So powerful. I love what you’ve done with ambivalence – and “flaps” is so strong here; I like how you’ve used it, such a great image. The tenderness and the determination – such a great balance that leaves no room for ambivalence. Thank you.



    1. …and Elizabeth, I’m glad you took it as such. That was really my intent. The underlying inspiration for this poem is my vigil of prayer for a friend. ❤


Leave the echoes of your thoughts here...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s