Somehow, on a soft, rainy Saturday morning overlooking the lagoon at Vanderbilt Beach, when all is peace and right in this place, this is the right prayer thought for my day; this provides a doorway and a silent medium that nonetheless speaks.
Praying*
Praying*
by Mary Oliver
It doesn't have to be
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
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
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
[* from Thirst, Poems by Mary Oliver (2006)]
[* from Thirst, Poems by Mary Oliver (2006)]
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