I came across this short poem about prayer this week. I found it quite profound.
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 tryMary Oliver, Thirst: Poems by Mary Oliver
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway into
thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.