Sunday, April 18, 2010


A Friend just shared this poem with me this morning after meeting for worship. I think I'll find prayer a bit easier from now on...


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.

1 comment:

  1. That is lovely. I adore Mary Oliver's work and have been meaning to purchase "Thirst" from which this poem comes from, for a while.

    "...this isn't a contest but the doorway" Quite.


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