A PRAYER
Teach me ,Father , how to go
Softly as the
grasses grow ;
Hush my soul
to meet the shock
Of the wild
world as a rock ;
But my spirit
,propt with power ,
Make as simple
as a flower .
Let the dry
heart fill its cup ,
Like a poppy looking up ;
Let life
lightly wear her crown ,
Like a poopy
looking down .
Teach me ,
Father ,how to be
Kind and
patient as a tree .
Joyfully the
crickets croon
Under shady
oak at noon ;
Beetle ,on his
mission bent ,
Tarries in
that cooling tent .
Let me ,also,
cheer a nook,
Place for
friendly bread or book –
Place where
passing souls can rest
On the way and
be their best .
