PRAYERS ARE HEARD:

Prayers are heard,

Through  mountains, forests, dales & fern clad hills,

From rural towns, cities, thatched huts & window sills,

Echoing over freezing ice-caps & hot dusty desert dunes,

From high on steeples, upon breath of hymn sung tunes,

Hush, heed the prayers.

 

Prayers are heard,

Within the fingers of the black- bent nun´s rosary beading,

On tongues of the sick & dying & soldier upon knees, pleading,

Upon the breath of the child, the mother & the father, crying,

In chanting of monks & Druids, carried aloft, on breezes, sighing,

Hush, heed the prayers.

 

Prayers are heard,

From Muslims in mosques & Buddhists, in temples of rosy gold,

From churches, synagogues & cathedrals, Gothic & so very old,

From Bushmen´s circle of stones, praying for their errant rain,

From the lonely, the abandoned & those suffering in abject pain,

Hush, heed the prayers.

 

Prayers are heard,

In solitude, whispered alone, or in big, congregated crowds,

In the silent dead of the night, or shouted, way out & aloud,

In the begging, in pleading & the thanking, in eternal gratitude,

In the hearts in the pious & humble, meekly & in quiet beatitude,

Hush, heed the prayers.

 

Prayers are heard,

In hearts & souls of all people & too, within souls of all beasts,

In begging bowls of the hungry & those at home with their feasts,

Within the breeze-kissed trees & within waves of the ocean´s tides,

In the depth of every living soul, the prayer is always heard inside,

Hush, heed the prayers.