Praying

Apparently, my thoughts turn to spiritual guidance of some sort when I am faced with the daunting task of returning to middle school:)

Here is a favorite 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.