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
I think a lot of us have been praying this week. These past few weeks. This whole summer.
Or maybe now, in retrospect, we realize we were praying. Or we should have been.