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 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 plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
- Mary Oliver
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The words of St. John Chrysostom, a bishop who lived in the 4th century: "He whom we love and lose is no longer where he was before. He is now wherever we are". Simple yet elegant words of comfort.

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 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 plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
- Mary Oliver
_________________________________
The words of St. John Chrysostom, a bishop who lived in the 4th century: "He whom we love and lose is no longer where he was before. He is now wherever we are". Simple yet elegant words of comfort.