Friday, March 7, 2014
I happened upon a poem today -- "Praying," by Mary Oliver -- and although I had read it at least once before, this time it truly spoke to me, as if it were calling me by name. It surely speaks to how I respond to nature, and to the Great Goodness that lies at the heart of creation and surrounds us everywhere. I was especially struck by this coincidence: that the three specific images Oliver names in her poem are exactly those that have also many times stunned me into silence and reverence. I post a fourth image here, too, of sunlight rippling across underwater sand, a play of color and light as gorgeous as any stained-glass window in church. It brings me exquisite joy and profound gratitude each time I gaze on it. As does Mary Oliver with her poetry, I hope that the words and images I post on my blog would be my own way of 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.
From Thirst: Poems by Mary Oliver, Beacon Press, 2006