Praying

By Lian Brook-Tyler

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

I read these words to close our Sovereign circle today.

But really they’ve become the words I live.

I love the big ceremonies.

And yet, I’m meeting God more in the moments.

Tonight, I greeted the new moon, to call it a ritual would be overstating it…

naked skin

soft grass

light rain

warm air

feel down into the earth

look up into the sky

silver birch

silver moon

breathe in

breathe out

whisper

listen

know.

 
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