(I just love my String of Pearls plant that I purchased last summer at our local Farmer’s Market. It sits on the a southern facing windowsill in my bedroom and really seems to like the filtered sunlight that streams thru as it has been steadily growing beautifully.)
While caring for my Prayer Plant I noticed some of its leaves were a healthy looking, large and bold green, but others were weak looking, curled up or shriveled up brown. This got me to thinking upon my prayers which are sometimes large and bold, other times weak or filled with doubt, and even at times non-existent. Thus, this poem was inspired and created as I was reflecting.