Friday, December 18, 2015



Prayer of My Granddaughter

I give no faith 
to the ways of madeup gods,
but watching my young granddaughter
take a moment from play
to pray by herself
at the grave of her pet,
I know there is prayer.

There is a turning inward 
to all the self,
a proving of the universe.
No need for a god,
She is the god.
She is the universe living,
the circle closing
embracing its own.

She stands at her best,
folds her hands
bows her head
summons a silent blessing
from the place of places
that powers the heart,
ends with her own amen.

When she turns to play again
there is more to the air.


6 comments:

Kalei's Best Friend said...

beautiful poem, beautiful moment to witness.

Robert Brady said...

Many thanks, Kalei's Best Friend

PotterMiller said...

Thank you..... A bit of light in the darkest part of this year as we wait for light to return......

Deb said...

Lovely Bob. Luminous.

onesmallstitch said...

Beautiful - may we all pray for the children of this world.

vegetablej said...

Love this. May you and your family have a wonderful year.