Prayer
Give me my share of the power of the mountains
And my part of the trees’ prayer.
Give me the wind to quicken my feet
And the birds to sing to.
Let me remember roses
And that rainbows begin in cloud,
That the sky has wept oftener than I,
And that tears may sleep in the quiet kiss of the grass.
Give me the love of man,
And fill it with light
So that my heart is not weighed down with wings,
But make it the gay feather on which I fly.
And my part of the trees’ prayer.
Give me the wind to quicken my feet
And the birds to sing to.
Let me remember roses
And that rainbows begin in cloud,
That the sky has wept oftener than I,
And that tears may sleep in the quiet kiss of the grass.
Give me the love of man,
And fill it with light
So that my heart is not weighed down with wings,
But make it the gay feather on which I fly.