Another voice may speak

It’s beginning to snow out there, and with its gentle falling, in seconds the feathered whiteness covers everything once familiar, transforming it into something light-reflecting and different.  Snow often times brings its own silence to our busy, fast-moving world.  A sudden silence and a change of  environment where all of a sudden we can become less sure-footed,  and less certain of the path ahead.

Amidst the many re-changed plans and doubts that may arise, Mary Oliver’s poem somehow shines light onto this changing world.

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

An unexpected  chance maybe to savour the silence, beauty and readiness that this changing landscape brings.