Prayer Plant–A Poem for Good Friday

Photo by my daughter, LM Johnson

For 5 Minute (and a little more 🙂 Fridays

When I woke up at 3 am this morning (dogs next door, lights through my window) instead of trying to get back to sleep I felt the Father say, “Get up.” 
With Good Friday on my mind, the scripture, “On the night Jesus was betrayed, He broke bread.” kept coming to me, so I read the passage in Matthew.

It’s been a week of poems for me, not prose. It always amazes me how the Holy Spirit guides us ahead of time–the prompt this week is LIGHT….

Prayer Plant
I sit myself down in this place
close to the light,
the tick, ticking
of the night-time clocks
echoing in the quiet.
(Too loud.)
The plant’s leaves behind me
unfurled towards the light.
I’ve noticed they’re growing
up and out, green with life
Looking for the light.
It may be time for a new home.
(Too small.)
I plant myself here
to pray, awakened by my Father.
Tick, tick, tick–“make the most of the time.”
so I do, reading the Hallel Psalms,
remembering my Saviour,
who on the night He was betrayed
left the 12 and moved to the garden
where He planted
himself and prayed,
ushering in my move
from sin and death
to life and freedom,
securing for us both,
He and I (for we are kin),
our place in God’s new home.
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2 thoughts on “Prayer Plant–A Poem for Good Friday

  1. Thank you, Kathleen. My daughter has a knack for great photography. (I've featured a few of other pix on previous posts.)
    I had a minute to visit your web site. I look forward to more.
    God bless you and Happy Easter.

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