While at my spiritual direction residency, I was introduced to a poem about trees from Mary Oliver’s book Thirst. Upon returning home, I purchased the book and have held it close to my heart and spirit for the last couple of weeks. I never try to describe poetry as I believe it becomes what the reader’s spirit is seeking. I will note, however, that this book will reside on my shelf of favorites.
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