Friday Prayer

We sat around the fire

Looking at the sky

Wondering what was out there

That helped us all get by.

I asked the little rose,

who protects you tender one?

She said, my thorns protect me

they keep me safe from everyone.

I turned to the pink lady and asked her so

who protects you dear lady, from getting hurt and bruised?

She turned to me and said

’tis my skin that protects me, from getting disused & abused.

Now, they all looked at me and said

it is your turn dear human

Who protects you and other mankind from all hurts and evil?

Without batting an eye lid I said

’tis he – who is all pervasive, all encompassing & omnipresent

that looks after you, me and everyone.

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