Mary Oliver penned the poem, It Doesn’t Have to Be a Blue Iris.
“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.”
I’m learning to pray. Of course I’ve been praying for a good while, but not in the way I am praying these days. I feel like I’m in conversation with God. Right now it’s not as shared a conversation as that I crave. That’s probably because I’m better at speaking to God than listening to God. Nonetheless, the praying conversation is off and on during each day, and at night I drift off in mid-conversation.
As Mary Oliver reminds us, prayer does not have to be elaborate, dramatic, scene-stealing– just pay attention to what is around us, patch a few words together into thanks; with silence for listening.