A jar of Olivers

A friend sent this to me today; I've done this once with Mary Oliver's work already, but this is far too wonderful not to share:

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.

--Mary Oliver