The Mantis

Chasity Massey

An orange Autumn glow cast upon me as I sit alongside you
Birds sing a soft chirrup, the cool wind dances and a life hides within your graveyard flowers.
Nothing more than baby mantis reminds me God’s creatures will always find a way. 
A minuscule being brings a new comfort
I now know;
Even within mourning and disarray
There is mayhem when life ends 
Then a stillness for only a moment 
Before, life blooms again and the world slowly begins to spin
My grievances fade away