Saturday, November 16, 2013

Poem: "Praying" by Mary Oliver

It doesn’t have to be 
the blue iris,

it could be 

in a vacant lot,

or a few
 small stones;

pay attention, then patch

a few words together

and don’t try
 to make them elaborate.

This isn’t
 a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence

in which 
another voice may speak.