Praying...

It doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
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.

Mary Oliver

What has prompted me to pray lately?
The beauty of the wildflowers,
the chaos of my garden,
the despair of a dear friend,
the sweetness of small childrens' songs and laughter,
the pain of a loved one,
oncoming death of a relative,
my dog's fear of thunder,
hummingbird's in flight,
a bear's hunger,
true love,
loneliness and laziness,
frustration in my work,
love of my work,
music,
everything.
And nothing at all.

How about you?