Prayer
Hearing the little ones’ dismay,
Their tiny voices, sound and clear,
Echoed wishes for the rain to disappear.
Moving their heads, upward, downward,
Searching the skies, their hopes empowered.
Looking left, then to the right,
Under heavy clouds, they trod with fright.
So I began to pray, to the Lord above,
“Clear the way for them, wrap them in love.
Keep them safe, let the storm subside,
Guide them gently, be their guide.”
Nigel Astell
Tue 15th Apr 2025 20:34
The rain brings danger
But if it stays
Your prayer, your poem
Will bring love
Will bring hope.😊