A Holiday Prayer
Oh Dear Lord,
from whom all life extends
Take under your wing
these creatures of the holiday,
lives shortened and thankless,
bereft of your sun and moon to gaze upon
and rain to feel upon their backs,
the morning crisp and bright.
Hear these small voices
hold their hearts inside your wide embrace
and let your tears
become the raindrops
as the cycle begins again.
Help us to feed upon the yield of the field
and not of the blood,
cleansing our hearts
and our bodies with these grains of truth.
Give us a real holiday from cruelty
for the sake of our soulmates, all faces,
to gain the collective wisdom of non-violence.
To this end we are truly thankful.