Friday, March 20, 2009

Spring

With just a little bit of rain, this is what happens in the desert southwest. A different kind of spring.

And here's a poem by Mary Oliver:

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.

6 comments:

  1. I love everything I've read of Mary Oliver's writing. Thank you for sharing this.

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  2. This is the second Mary Oliver poem I've seen (and loved) in less than 24 hours. I have never read a lot of poetry, but I love finding it here.

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  3. I love this.. and I also love Mary Oliver, though I won't pretend to know all of her work, nor a lot of poetry. One of these days I'm going to write about Wild Geese...I go back to that one over and over and over.

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  4. Mary Oliver so appropriate, her work is so connected. Your blog is beautiful. I particularly like the mermaid header, I have an obsession! Blessings to you.

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  5. This was just what I needed this morning, Elizabeth. What an amazing photo, and of course, the Oliver poem is the perfect thing to accompany it.

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  6. i love mary oliver. that poem is the perfect thing for me to read today! thankyou! it inspires me and emboldens me. i think i'll go look for a doorway to thanks right now.

    xx

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