Friday, September 4, 2020

This isn’t a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak.

 

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

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