Saturday, November 16, 2013

Poem: "Praying" by Mary Oliver

It 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 the doorway



into thanks, and a silence

in which 
another voice may speak.