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.
Friday Prayer
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