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 patcha few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but a doorwayinto thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
Mary Oliver
3 comments:
You are on a roll, Mike. Really nice stuff to nurture our souls. Thanks.
Thank you, Paul!
I love this poem. I could read it again and again. Thanks.
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