I have been blessed with the privilege of being a mother and I continue to volunteer as an advocate for children. When I read this poem, it touched my heart deeply and brought tears to my eyes. There are many children who find themselves neglected through no fault of their own. They do not and will not have any family present for the holidays or any other days. As a giving Universe and People, I am asking that you please consider giving your time and a piece of your heart to a child. Please allow yourself to come forward as a caring and giving human being and use your energy to reach out, get involved, and lift a child’s spirit with your Love. Service is the highest form of consciousness. Please choose to present your energy as a loving and caring gift because “Your Loving Heart ” will be the greatest gift of all to a child. Thank you for your consideration and for extending your hand and heart in loving-kindness to the least of us.
A wonderful and talented woman by the name of Ina Hughs wrote this poem. The prayer reached a worldwide audience when it was read aloud during UNICEF’s World Summit for Children several years ago. Her “Knowing” and “Love” of children is expressed so beautifully through her touching poem. May God bless Ina and the children.
A wonderful and talented woman by the name of Ina Hughs wrote this poem. The prayer reached a worldwide audience when it was read aloud during UNICEF’s World Summit for Children several years ago. Her “Knowing” and “Love” of children is expressed so beautifully through her touching poem. May God bless Ina and the children.
A Prayer for Children
We pray for the children, who sneak Popsicles before supper,
Who erase holes in math workbooks, and 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 never go to the circus, and who live in an X-rated world.
We pray for the children, who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
Who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money.
And we pray for those who never get dessert, who have no safe 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 the children, who sneak Popsicles before supper,
Who erase holes in math workbooks, and 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 never go to the circus, and who live in an X-rated world.
We pray for the children, who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
Who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money.
And we pray for those who never get dessert, who have no safe 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 the children, who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
Who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
Who like ghost stories, and who shove dirty clothes under the bed,
Who never rinse out the tub, and who get visits from the tooth fairy,
Who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool, and who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
Whose tears we sometimes laugh at and whose smiles can make us cry.
Who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
Who like ghost stories, and who shove dirty clothes under the bed,
Who never rinse out the tub, and who get visits from the tooth fairy,
Who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool, and who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
Whose tears we sometimes laugh at and whose smiles can make us cry.
And we pray for those children, 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,
We pray for children, who we never give up on and for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
About the Author: Savannah Blue is a Freelance Writer, a Spiritual Comforter and Motivator, and an amateur photographer and is also a publisher and entrepreneur. She is the Co-founder and Co-producer of Yourelevatedlife and YourElevatedLife Radio Show. Her passion is assisting others in becoming aware of and fulfilling their unlimited potential. She is "Living her Dreams" at the beach with the love of her life and working from home doing what she loves to do...help others live their Dreams!
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