I don't know exactly what prayer is...

I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.

I do know how to pay attention,

How to fall down

into the grass,

how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll

through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done

Doesn’t everything die at last, and

too soon.

Tell me, what is it you  plan to do 

With your one wild and precious life?

-Mary Oliver

“The Summer day” New and Selected poems 1992

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