I may have shared this poem with you before (because I like it very much) but, if I did, it bears repeating:
Praying
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.-- Mary Oliver
What beautiful speedwell, and what a true poem.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you like it, Paul.
ReplyDeleteI'm a huge admirer of Mary Oliver. The sheer craftsmanship of her verse is even more wonderful than the subject matter sometimes.