You have heard the prayer of the weak, Lord,
– and you will strengthen their hearts.
The magnolia leaves
are falling
like old-copper pages
from another realm.
Delicate rustling
turning my sweeping
distraction
to see
what made
the parched music
in the scrolling quiet
of the autumn air?
What persistent prayer
haphazard lay
beneath the buds'
velvet fists.
Cynthia, I love the controlled paper metaphor. The leaves in the title are echoed throughout the poem in pages, rustling, parchment, scrolling. I, too, have a magnolia tree in the back yard and have heard that same rustling. There is something very comforting about the "persistent prayer" however "haphazard" it may be. Perhaps we are all like this, to God, rustling leaves, praying haphazardly, but persistently. Thank you for writing, posting, and for praying!
ReplyDeleteThanks Amy. I love to think we are like rustling leaves to God, "praying haphazardly, but persistently. I love your insights and am so grateful for your reading and commenting and for just being beautiful and brilliant you!! Prayers your way always....
DeleteI can read your poems over and over and over. I DO read your poems over and over and over. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteOh Nancy! You are so kind and generous!! I love your presence here and at your place!! I am honored and blessed immensely that you read my poems over and over. Thank you from the bottom of my heart friend in Christ....God Bless....XOXOXO
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