by Mary Oliver
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.
Thank You for bringing us into a new day. May we walk in this day with souls that are filled with the peace of Your presence. May our praises and prayers rise up to You as fragrant offerings. May we keep our prayers simple. May our words be few yet meaningful, may they be like golden apples in a setting of silver. Help open our hearts up to the silence where we can learn to hear Your gentle whispers of love, of instruction, of truth. Let our prayers not just be a list of petitions, but intimate conversations with You. Help us carry Your truth into this world in ways that lift up others and glorify Your holy name.
Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be forever. Amen.