Morning Communion

each day
as She pushed back the curtains,
She said
good morning 
to the potted christmas cactus
on Her windowsill.
sometimes –
and not necessarily just at christmas,
for the plant had a mind of its own –
Her greeting would be returned
in the form
of delicate pink bird-shaped flowers.
this day
the plant offered a scattering of blossoms.
She reached out to them,
looked into their tissue paper beauty,
and took joy in their magnificence.

meanwhile, little did she know that

each day
as the curtains were pushed back,
the potted Christmas Cactus
on her windowsill heard her say
good morning.
sometimes –
and not necessarily just at christmas,
for the Cactus had a mind of its own –
It would return her greeting
in the form of delicate pink bird-shaped flowers.
this day
The Plant offered a scattering of blossoms.
They reached out to her,
looked into her fair-skinned beauty,
and took joy in her magnificence.

Carol Barrow

February, 2018