In this poem by Mary Oliver, she reminds us that our prayers don’t need to be elaborate or perfectly worded or even beautiful. They need to be authentic. They need to come from our hearts. They need to pay attention to the world and its details. As we enter the season of Advent, we need to pay attention, to be awake, to be ready for the miraculous birth, and to pray, in whatever form that praying takes.
“Praying”Mary Oliver 1935
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.