I had only one prayer, but it spreadfrom her wonderful collection The Snow Watcher.
like lilies, a single flower duplicating
itself over and over until it was rampant.
uncountable. At ten I lay dreaming
in its crushed green blades.
How did I come by it, strange notion
that the hard stems of rage could be broken,
that the lilies were made of words,
my words? Each one I picked
laid a wish to rest. I mean killed it.
The difference between prayer
and a wish is that a wish knows it will be
a failure even as it sets out,
whereas a prayer is still innocent.
Wishing wants prayer to find that out.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
For advent, here's Chase Twichell's poem Decade: