A gift of God writing a poem

about the gift of prayer.

Three children rushing, racing,

lighting candles to a

consumer God.

"I was first" says the youngest. 

"Here Grandma, here's a candle"

"What do I want that for?"

And lighting it she costs the

church 20p or so

and doesn't pay for the gift of

prayer.

Two children walking,

lighting a candle to the

God they learnt about at

school.

Kneeling, hands together, 

eyes shut tight.

Their teachers would be proud of them.

Mum walks away quietly

disturbed by this outburst of silence

and the gift

of prayer.

One child shouting "Fire", 

too young to understand

God consuming and the 

gift of prayer.