"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
("Praying" is a celebrated poem by Mary Oliver, first published in her 2006 collection Thirst.)
"Praying" which I cherich when I find myself in spiritual paralysis.
May your new voice speak now amidst your silence. And may each of us affirm the gift of our lives as we celebrate yours.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild precious life?