Prayer

Mamo__a__story_of_geraldine_plunkett_dillon_by_isolde_obrolchain_carmodyby Isolde ÓBrolcháin Carmody07 Feb 2014

When gardening, I genuflect and pray
For ev’ry blessed seed to germinate
A ritual of compost, trowel and clay
In sacred sequence, as the stars rotate
Dictating hidden paths and destinies
For holy folk to recognise; they hear
And comprehend some god’s odd prophecies,
Instructing us on what goes there and here:
If only we could see these heav’nly rounds,
Understanding when to dig our beds,
To sow, to harvest, and to praise the ground
For yielding up such miracles. Instead,
I keep faith in seeds and growing-kits,
Rejoicing if one flower comes of it.