Wednesday, April 27, 2011


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.

by Mary Oliver
book titiled Thirst

Therese desCamp

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