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, Thirst
- There’s A Good Possibility That You Won’t Get What You Pray For
- I Know You Are There By How Often I Feel Your Absence
- To Love Is Not About Merging
- Infinite Distances Continue To Exist Even Between The Closest Of Human Beings
- To Be Loved Means To Be Consumed
- I Have Done Nothing All Summer But Wait For Myself To Be Myself Again