Season after Pentecost 2017

Prayer of the Dragonfly

Let me not be content in beginnings – 
As I slink along on my underbelly,
going from rock, to pebble, to stone,
searching to feed my hunger,
I know there is something more –
I sense the freedom just above the glassy-surface
of my watery home. 
Ghost pains pulse
between my shoulders.
In the murky shadows,
I begin to change.
All I know begins to shift. I don’t understand,
but I know, somehow, to be still.

I am giving you wings, sweet dragonfly, so you can be all you are created to be.

I rise above the muddy bottom
and, for the first time,
I see
the light, the sky,
I hear
the sharp cry of the black bird and
I taste
the acrid air of my new,vast home.
At first, I hesitate to explore.
From the surface, I can still see
the muddy bottom of my birthplace.
I find comfort looking down.
But, Great Spirit, I feel you call me
upward and away.

Don’t be afraid to fly, sweet dragonfly.

Awkwardly, at first, I offer my wings to
the wind and I am carried to a new
resting place.
The view from the heights is
spell-binding. The beauty
of the Great Spirit’s creation
envelops my trembling body.

You are a part of this beauty, sweet dragonfly.

My days are spent as an intricate part
of the created world. My wings take
me where I need to go and the
Great Spirit always provides all I need.
Soon it will be time for me to
lay eggs and my little ones will
one day rise from their muddy beginnings
to the light and the air.
Amen.

Lara Stoudt