Incredible Dew

Written by: Judith Angell Meyer

Incredible; Dew —

Clinging to a blade of grass;
Magnifying the shade of green;
Intensifying the brightness of the sun;
Gazing in I see myself.

Reflections turn inward,
Microscopic bits;
A nucleus

As the blade of grass itself
becomes a mere cell in the vast earth
spreading before my soul,
Touching it –

Teasing it –
Coaxing out primal instincts –
Memories of new earth that can’t be remembered
But are there –

Almost awake –

Sensing the pleasure of the first perfect morning
laid down by the hand of God.