Spiritual Awakening (original poem)

It's indelicate to speak, directly, of our inner life and near impossible to do justice to the mystery of spirituality in plain language. So, below, is a poem of mine where I attempt to 'tell the truth slant' (in poet Emily Dickinson's formulation) and confess to the stirrings of faith, as I experience it:

Arrivals

I don’t quite know how it occurred
that this great fish has appeared
almost fully-formed, it seemed
to crowd out all else in my aquarium

Perhaps, this creature of the depths
always was, just out of sight
secretly feeding on hidden longing
and now demands acknowledging

With the swish of a majestic tail
it's upset my incidental decor -
gone the rubber diver and plastic treasure.
The glass frame itself can't be far behind...

—Yahia Lababidi

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