Praying
If doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but a doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
.
Mary Oliver, 1935-2019
“Praying” from Thirst
© 2006 by Mary Oliver
Photo by Pawel Czerwinski on Unsplash
