General Manager Linda's submitted the following poem by Mary Oliver, her favorite poet:
Praying
It doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it oculd 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.
This poem appears in Thirst published by Beacon Press in 2006.
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