A Kind Of Prayer

     Christ our Lord urged us to pray and the Holy Spirit came to fill our hearts and minds.
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                                                                                                      Photo by C Scodova

And what about the Magnolia

breaking open in the menagerie 

of the moment,

slipping on the pale-

pink gloves of light?

Rumpled petals spilling their fragrant, 

reckless songs 

into the cobalt vials of sky,

the finality of the dark-

trembling beneath.

Isn't this, also, a kind of prayer

in the folding-hands of evening, 

when old rain-clouds begin

 kneeling into the spring-bright green

and miles of every blossoming ascending?