Raizel (1953-) | Canadian | Published: date unknown, unfinished
Lord, hear the prayer --
from the mother over there
that has eyes with tears
streaming down into pools they swell.
Tell her it's not so bad up there --
that her little one no longer knows
pain and hurt and lost tomorrows.
Oh, and while You are here, Lord,
Listen to the prayer from the child
over there -- he's the quiet one
no one hears the words he says
to ask for peace and other things.
Oh, and while You're here, Lord,
Listen to the child over there.
He too is quiet, cannot hear, the
sounds of a bird on the wing.
And don't forget, Lord, the little one
who never sees the sun.