"...I prayed, oh Lord, let me be something
useful and unpretentious.
Even the chimney swift sings.
Even the cobblestones have a task to do, and do it well.
Lord, let me be a flower, even a tare; or a sparrow.
Or the smallest bright stone in a ring worn by someone
brave and kind, whose name I will never know."
-mary oliver
-mary oliver
1 comment:
Your blog is so encouraging. Which is true much more often than I ever comment!
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