When I think of prayer I think of rust by Morgan Hood

POEM: When I think of prayer I think of rust

A poem by Morgan Hood

BY MORGAN HOOD

Some people pray to Jesus or
God or both
I think that’s beautiful
Because they’re beautiful,
Gossamer, ephemeral, very untouchable
When I think of God I think of
The colour silver

I pray to my mom with my
Head in her hands and to
David Bowie’s lightning bolt,
David Bowie in general
I pray to dog’s tongues wagging
Road trips and bicycles
I pray to days off
It’s not as pretty and my bible
Isn’t leather-bound
But I’m just as thankful
And just as greedy

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