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Prayer to the Faithful

by Chris Sorrenti

It’s dying in me
Can’t you see?
Or how you planted it in the first place???

The quota has been benchmarked
Only so much water ‘n’ sun for this flower past bloom
Though it still surprises the gardeners occasionally
Even you my sweet Lord

And though I’m not ungrateful
For my successful forays into artistic rays
Despite the steady stream of ribbons at the county fair
The faithful still need some reassurance from the faithful
From time to time

It’s dying in me
Can’t you see?
Or do you also view the garden as wilting morning glory???

The soil I wear has grown cumbersome
This rose become exhausted of the same old geography
Even the emperor’s clothes can stretch to tiresome
As beautiful as they may be

Pen & camera are ever at the ready
Upon your dedicated command
So unfurl the rainbow of distant gardens for migration
That I may record and interpret them as you had planned
For both of us my sweet Lord

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Posted on 11/02/2018
Copyright © 2019 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/06/18 at 05:08 PM

Ah! Chris, this is beautiful. That first stanza pulls at my heart string. Yes, I think we all need watering but not a flood. But even if it is a trickle we need continuing encouragement and nurturing. We need the vision of rainbow gardens and someone to believe in us. I thank the Lord for all those over the years who have been that trickle of interest, time, effort and care in my work and in me. You have been one of those, my friend and may your artistic flower never wilt!

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