A brief encounter with the cherry blossoms was the prayer my soul needed.
Praying
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.
I am joining Parul Thakur for #ThursdayTreeLove every second and fourth Thursday of the month. If you would like to play along, post a picture of a tree on your blog and link it back to her latest #treelove post. If you need more cherry blossoms, click the link.
Wonderful poem by Mary Oliver. Every word increases the beauty.
I would love to partake when I figure out how to make the right hashtags and such. 😊
Miriam
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I agree about Oliver’s poem. And yes, you can participate in #ThursdayTreeLove. That’s all the hashtag you need and just share your link on Parul’s post! Easy-peasy! We’d love to see your trees!
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Beautiful.
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It is such a beautiful poem!
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Amazing
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What a beautiful poem and that painting. Is that a picture, Chandra? Thank you for sharing with us and joining. I hope to see you back tomorrow.
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It is a photo transformed into art–thanks to apps. 🙂
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