Tuesday, January 18, 2011

For a Child

Your friends shall be the tall wind,the river and the tree
The sun that laughs and marches, the swallow and the sea
Your prayers shall be the murmur of grasses in the rain
The song of wildwood thrushes that make God glad again

And you shall run and wonder, and you shall dream and sing
Of brave things and bright things, beyond the swallow's wing
And you shall envy no one, nor hurt your heart with sighs,
For I will keep you simple, that God may make you wise.

Elizabeth Heiks (Grossmama)