The Blessings of the Children

 

They have come from near and far,

From every direction and every country,

Black, and brown, yellow, red and white,

In bright and varied costumes.

 

The children have come to offer prayers,

prayers for others, for this world, for all time

Quietly and somberly they wait their turn,

To tell the great one their hopes, dreams and prayers.

 

The mountain stands tall, the sky is boundless,

In a voice gentle and kind, the great one says,

I am the I am.  I am Mother sun, Father moon.

 

One by one, and two by two, they walk or roll:

Bringing their hopes, dreams and prayers.

 

Each one reads what they have written,

by voice, sign language or computer, 

The great one blesses each and every one,

and bestows joy and hope once again.

 

One by one, and two by two, they walk or roll

Bringing their hopes, dreams and prayers.

 

The children want to make people stop hurting others, 

And want everybody to be kind to animals,

Many want the environment cleaned up;

They say they dream of clean drinking water,

Many ask only for a simple bowl of food each day,

It is enough to make any mother cry.

 

One by one, and two by two, they walk or roll:

Bringing their hopes, dreams and prayers.

 

Some have asked why they cannot walk or talk,

Some ask why they are showered with bullets daily,

Others wish for a world that has never existed;

a world free from hatred, greed, and religious zealotry,

 

To each of these precious children,

the great one whispers the secret words;

Love all.  Be kind to all.  Fight injustice with love.

You ARE the blessings.  You are the rainbows,

The flowers in blossom,

See your heart and soul in everybody,

and you will transform this world.

October 2, 2014