I don’t know exactly

what a prayer is.  

I don know

how to pay attention

how to fall down

into the grass, how to kneel

down in 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 plant to do

with our one wild and precious life?  

~ Mary Oliver