Post by Plain Susan on Oct 8, 2006 16:51:48 GMT -5
This morning during church, there was a prayer we said during sermon. It was deeply emotional, and moved my mother to tears. It was on a handout on the bulliten, so I was able to save it to share with you.
We preay responsibility for children
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we prey responsibility for those
who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers,
who never "counted potatoes"
who were born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never go to the circus,
who live in an X-rated world.
We pray responsibility for children
who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money.
And we pray responsibility for those
who never got dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
and whose monsters are real.
We pray responsibility for children...
This part goes on and on, so I'll cut to the chase.
We pray responsibility for children
who want to be carried and those who must,
for those we never give up on and for those who don't get a second chance,
for those we smother and for those who will grab the hand of any one kind enough to offer it. (Adapted from Ina J. Hughes)
If anyone would like me to share the rest of the prayer, please say so. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings with talk of religion, but I think everyone can relate to this poem, even atheists.
We preay responsibility for children
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we prey responsibility for those
who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers,
who never "counted potatoes"
who were born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never go to the circus,
who live in an X-rated world.
We pray responsibility for children
who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money.
And we pray responsibility for those
who never got dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
and whose monsters are real.
We pray responsibility for children...
This part goes on and on, so I'll cut to the chase.
We pray responsibility for children
who want to be carried and those who must,
for those we never give up on and for those who don't get a second chance,
for those we smother and for those who will grab the hand of any one kind enough to offer it. (Adapted from Ina J. Hughes)
If anyone would like me to share the rest of the prayer, please say so. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings with talk of religion, but I think everyone can relate to this poem, even atheists.