Sacred Knowing, Tuesday, December 23

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.

Praying by Mary Oliver

When I drop into the depths

of the my heart and listen for God,

what do I know in my bones

as God’s calling over my life?