Wednesday, September 14, 2005

The prayer of the donkey

O God, who made me
to trudge along the road
to carry heavy loads
and to be beaten
Give me great courage and gentleness.
One day let somebody understand me -
that I may no longer want to weep
because I can never say what I mean
and they make fun of me.
Let me find a juicy thistle -
and make them give me time to pick it.
And, Lord, one day, let me find again
my little brother of the Christmas crib.

From "Prayers from the Ark " by Carmen Bernos de Gasztold and translated by Rumer Godden


At 7:36 PM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

This is so beautiful.

At 1:41 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Really lovely.


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