Way of Praying

As we walked “The Way” of Santiago de Compostela, we found this tree that is over 800 years old.

As we walked “The Way” of Santiago de Compostela, we found this tree that is over 800 years old.

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone,
with not a single friend,
for they are all smilers and talkers
and therefore unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed
talking to the catbirds or
hugging the old black oak tree.
I have my way of praying,
as you no doubt have yours. 

Besides, when I am alone
I can become invisible.
I can sit on the top of a dune
as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned.
I can hear the almost unhearable sound
of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me,
I must love you very much.

Poem by Mary Oliver: How I Go to the Woods 

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