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house plant prayer
by Glenn CurrierLast night I wondered
if my prayer was strong enough
to help my anxious friend
two thousand miles away
in Portland.
This morning the house plant--
I do not know her name
or even if she is a she--
introduced herself to me.
She reached out.
But I was naïve and skeptical
knowing she had no lesson
for this intellect.
Her hands are wide with pride
her veins intense with mystery.
Her arms
seem too small
to wrench her green galaxy
to face the window,
her countenance
too delicate
to await
the transits of Venus
the ergs and eons
the orbits of Mars
for the nurturing violence
of the sun.
Last night I wondered
if my prayer was strong enough
12/10/2003 Posted on 12/10/2003
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 12/13/03 at 03:47 AM *softly smiling*.... Just as the plant reached out... you did... and I love the way you wrote this... I love that you saw and felt the plant reach out else you couldn't have written the piece... Your penning this perhaps the most vivid proof that your prayer... was heard. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/13/03 at 12:43 PM Great analogy. Very well written. An evocative and thought provoking read! |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 12/15/03 at 03:27 AM It's amazing the lessons we should learn from those things around us. Our arrogance is greater than our good sense, I think. Great read. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 02/26/08 at 02:51 AM I'm with Kate. If the prayer of a night can garner such conversation with mere foliage, please, please... pray for me as well! |
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