Prayer

Prayer
by Gail Peck

Please let me see

the cow’s big eyes
the goldenrod

the coffee in my cup
turning color with cream

all that the painters have made
stone sculpture in a field

family photographs
old letters

poems and stories
that funny looking bug

I can’t catch
how to read the clouds

if there’s a bee in the flower
I lean to

color of fruit
sheen of silk

what time it is
my bright painted toes

label on the wine bottle
I like to study

how full to pour my glass
words and words and words

and faces of those I love
yes mostly those

Comment: In the pastoral setting of the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts I wrote “Prayer.” Each morning I’d walk through a pasture of cows and goldenrod. I was thinking of my mother who has macular degeneration and can no longer see to read or write. I know how the visual world feeds all artists. I don’t write many “list” poems, but this one asserted itself and seemed right. I wrote of what I love, fear, and hope for, all with a sense of gratitude for the present.

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3 thoughts on “Prayer

  1. The supplication is “let me see . . . ,” and the poem then answers the prayer for us the readers. Not just a list but a path of enlightenment, opening our eyes to the significance of small things. I keep coming back to “the funny looking bug / I can’t catch” — that one would even try speaks endearingly of the poet’s reverence for creation. And isn’t the prime purpose of prayer to instill reverence? This poem succeeds.

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