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.
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.