Praying

We don't have to
get down on our knees
in subjugation
to The Father
need not plant
carrot seeds
exactly
three fourths of an inch
apart
and then wait

For enough rain
enough sunshine,
enough absence of
evil predators,
believing the answer
lies in the emergence
          or not
of feathered green crowns
whose nutrients lie
buried beneath the surface.

It is enough to
     leave the garden
fallow and free 
to stand by the
forest's full river
drop small smooth stones
   with abandon and gratitude
into the flowing water.

Enough to watch ripples
merge with rapids  
tumbling beyond our
truncated vision
     leaping and dancing
beneath overcast skies
toward the endless
and faraway seas.