Mary Oliver’s reflection on prayer

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

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


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