patches

a parallel poem to Mary Oliver's "Praying"

It doesn’t have to 

be a sweeping vista from 

a mountain top 

or the unbroken stillness of an alpine lake 

it could be a spot of sunshine or 

a patch of grass or

a bumblebee on a flower 

 

Don’t let yourself overlook the 

little things

great mercies abound 

especially in the unhurried moments 

where the inhales become deeper, 

the exhales more freeing 

and rhythms of rest remind you 

of your goodness