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 ~
It’s lent and I’m focused on prayer a bit more intensely than usual. I want my time during this season to be transforming and so I am more conscious of my spiritual life….
There is nothing wrong with that, and, yet I find that my “striving” can get in the way of what I desire.
I was thinking about this as I tried to sit in silence before God today when this poem, Praying by Mary Oliver, came to my mind …
And I was reminded that prayer is not a test that I am trying to pass or a contest that I am trying to win. It doesn’t have to be perfect or eloquent or a particular length.
A few simple words strung together, a grateful heart and some silence make a good doorway to enter through … into a place where I might hear another voice speak.