Divine Rite Moth
The moth glimmered golden and lovely in the tungsten glow of electric light.
Its powder wings were wildly fluttering against the glass cheek of patio globe.
I watched in awe, the tenacious flight of this winged wonder, this child of night
willing to split herself asunder to touch the shine.
I wondered how the world could be so blind to such visual delight.
How could a creature as remarkable as this be overlooked or swatted for spite?
This moth is our perfect metaphor: Lost in the night, we desperately try to find
our way back to the light, beating ourselves senseless for the divine rite as if
it were ours to claim.
Simplicity Multiplied
It’s a simple fact.
The grass covers a multitude of sins—
the death and the waste of this world
buried beneath countless green blades
raised in a battle cry of praise:
Let there be beauty!
Let us forget our sorrow, our shame,
our pain, our duty to remember
what it feels like to die, to cry, to lose our way.
Starting over is simple.
It begins with a single blade that multiplies
until it has made a sea of green serenity,
wave after shimmering wave,
washing our guilt away.
Bionote
P.C. Scheponik is a lifelong poet who lives with his wife, Shirley, and their shizon, Bella. His writing celebrates nature, the human condition, and the metaphysical mysteries of life. He has published six collections of poems: Psalms to Padre Pio (National Centre for Padre Pio, INC), A Storm by Any Other Name and Songs the Sea has Sung in Me (PS Books, a division of Philadelphia Stories), and And the Sun Still Dared to Shine (Mazo Publishers), Seeing, Believing, and Other Things (Adelaide Books), and Stained-Glass Faith (Alien Buddha Press). His work has also appeared in over 40 literary journals, among them, Adelaide, Visitant, Red Eft Review, Boned, Time of Singing, WINK, Poetry Pacific, Streetlight Press and others. He was a finalist in Adelaide Anthology Contest 2017, 2018, 2019, and 2020. He is a 2019 Pushcart Prize nominee.
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