PRAYER
Prayer is like a gentle breeze,
Whispering through stately trees,
Making words, chants and songs
Echoing the whole day long
Like wishes made on bended knees.
Prayer is like a summer sun,
Beating down, while children run
To laugh and play, to run and chase
Each other all around this place,
Secure in warmth of love from One.
Prayer is like a winter snow,
Floating down with glistening glow.
Each flake different than the other
Will give chances to discover
Worth in things we did not know.
Prayer is like springtime rain,
Washing over growing pains,
Cleansing off and making clear
What needs are met by facing fear,
To see the Truth while minds are sane.
Prayer is like the whispy smoke
Flying high to give a poke
To God and all His mighty power.
Guide us through this troubled hour
Seeing humor in life’s joke.
©Lynnette Schuepbach, October 7, 1992