A Little Girl's Prayer

Grant me the moment, the lovely moment

That I may lean forth to see

The other buds, the other blooms,

The other leaves on the tree:

That I may take into my bosom

The breeze that is like his brother,

But stiller, lighter, whose faint laughter

Exhoes the joy of the other.

Above on the blue and white cloud-spaces

There are small clouds at play.

I watch their remote, mysterious play-time

In the other far-away.

Grant I may hear the small birds singing

the song that the silence knows…

(The Light and the Shadow whisper together,

The lovely moment grows,

Ripples into the air like water

Away and away without sound,

And the little girl gets up from her praying

On the cold ground)