Be quiet child, <br />it's almost time. <br />For what? said she. <br />For prayer, now shhh! <br /> <br />The child knelt <br />in quiet dismay, <br />as a man stood up, <br />and began to pray: <br /> <br />'Thanks, oh God, <br />our only lord, <br />for letting us love, <br />and letting us live, <br />for teaching us to, <br />our brothers forgive. <br />We thank you lord <br />for every day, <br />for you care for us, <br />in every way. <br />Yet all you ask, <br />is that we love, <br />as you love us, <br />from heaven above. <br />Yes thank you lord, <br />for yourself.' <br /> <br />Then food and drink <br />were passed around, <br />and as the child <br />ate the coarse hard bread, <br />she offered up <br />her own small prayer: <br />'Thank you lord, <br />I never knew.'<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-revelation/
