I read this poem the other day by Mary Oliver, it is entitled… “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.
December 21, 2007...12:34 am
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December 21, 2007 at 11:44 am
Very cool! I like the last line. Is that…God? Maybe?