Friday, July 29, 2011

A Prayer for Children

Camp Alluem Kids (ages 8-12) Week has come to a close. What a fantastic week of yoga, meditation, relaxation, reflection, fun and energy! This was a most insightful group of tweens and during each one of our conversations, they never ceased to amaze me. Appropriately, as I walked into Gina's Thursday Flow Class after camp, she chose to read a poem that was sent to her that day...and wound up speaking volumes to both of us...

A Prayer for Children
We pray for children
who sneak popsicles before supper
who erase holes in math workbooks
who can never find their shoes.

And we pray for those
Who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers,
who never "counted potatoes"
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead in,
who never saw a circus,
who live in an X-rated world.

We pray for children
who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money.

We pray for those
who never get dessert,
who have no security blanket to drag behind them.
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.

We pray for children
who spend all their allowances before Tuesday
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food.
who like ghost stories,
who shove their dirty clothes under the bed and never rinse out the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church or temple and scream into the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at
and whose smiles can make us cry.

And we pray for those
whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.

We pray for children who want to be carried, and for those who must be.

For those we never give up on, and
For those who never get a second chance.
For those we smother
And for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.


  1. I haven't been to this blog for a while, and as I catch up with my reading, this is the second post that has made me cry. You're moving mountains, and moving me to tears. I pray for all of those children, too, and cherish even more the one I call daughter. Love you guys!

  2. Aww, Kitty. Much love to you and Maddie!! Love you, too!