Tonight, I listened as my children prayed
each of them in their own way
My Youngest Son:
“God, can we move out of America?
I’m only eleven, too young to become a president
and put a stop to this war,
God, PLEASE!! You can use your powers to
bring all the soldiers home?
If you do, I promise there won’t be a war today”.
“God, don’t let them hurt the children
intervene and put an end
to this pending war,
and please God don’t let anybody die”.
I listened to my elder sons
wondering if this is going to lead
There was no consolation
when they lay down their weary heads
their emergency kits close by their beds,
I see it in my children’s eyes
the fear of what this war may bring,
and silently I said a prayer for
Peace throughout the land.
©Copyright March 18, 2003 by TRT9337