Prayer Prayer is the siphon dipped into a well, the water suctioned up to revive the flowers, a bridge hanging over grief, a sleeping pill and the sleepless night’s aching tooth, the sour taste of told lies, a pin-light in a mine, the unrepentant’s agony of self-pity in a waste of shame, a torch of knotty pine dazzling the eyes, a lock that’s hard to jimmy, fasting’s brother, sister of broken heart beyond healing, an inarticulate groan of sorrow, earth and heaven achieving two-part harmony, the lost child’s weeping for home, a rope ladder dangling for the wary sinner, a garden that flowers only when you enter.
J.S. Absher (www.js-absher-poetry.com ) is a poet and independent scholar. His fourth book of poetry, Skating Rough Ground, was published by Kelsay Books in 2022. His work has won awards from the NC Poetry Society, BYU Studies Quarterly, and the journal Dialogue, and has been nominated for three Pushcart prizes.
A garden that flowers only when you enter! That’s brilliant. Thank you.
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