In light of Mary Oliver’s death last Thursday, let us honor her life and savor her words.

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.

Source: from Thirst: Poems by Mary Oliver
Artwork: Open Doorway, Morrocco, John Singer Sargent