And today we pray with a Mary Oliver poem called “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 is not
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
(“Praying” in THIRST by Mary Oliver)
I’d like to read it again and invite you to a few moments of silence so that you can hear the prayer that God is praying in you today.
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 is not
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.—AMEN.
