Praying by Mary Oliver Praying 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. From: Thirst: Poems Copyright ©: Mary Oliver 45.5051064-122.6750261Share this:TwitterTelegramTumblrSkypePocketPinterestMoreLinkedInWhatsAppFacebookEmailPrintRedditLike this:Like Loading...