I know it's been a while since i've posted on here. Recently some loving words from a friend inspired me to update more regularly.
I wanted to share this poem that I read today.
Praying
by Mary Oliver
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.
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