Frozen in Time

 

Early this morning, the ice coats my outside world, reminding me how everything feels frozen in time; its beauty and numbness all in one. And on this seventh day before Christmas, all I can do is pray. If words could heal, I would send millions of connected thoughts into the universe today. Yet it is seven short days before Christmas and all I can do is pray.

Mary Oliver, a New England poet defines prayer in its simplest form, even for those who don’t believe. Pray a prayer for the community of Newtown, CT, which includes my nephew and his family who feel that their lives have been frozen in time. May you feel these millions of connected thoughts in the universe today, may you feel the world’s healing prayers.

Praying

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.

~ Mary Oliver ~

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