A LITTLE GIRL’S PRAYER
That I may lean forth to see
The other buds, the other blooms,
The other leaves on the tree:
The breeze that is like his brother,
But stiller, lighter, whose faint laughter
Echoes the joy of the other.
There are small clouds at play.
I watch their remote, mysterious play-time
In the other far-away.
The song that the silence knows ...
(The Light and the Shadow whisper together,
The lovely moment grows,
Away and away without sound,
And the little girl gets up from her praying
On the cold ground.)