Here is Mary Oliver's poem"Praying" which I copied yesterday but lost it. It shows how we can go from awareness to wonder, from awe to prayer, and from prayer to adoration.
It doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones, just
pay attention, then patch
A few words together and don!t try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
(from "Thirst")
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