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@appassionato@mastodon.social  ·  activity timestamp 7 hours ago

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THE PRAYER OF THE DONKEY

O God, who made me
to trudge along the road
always,
to carry heavy loads
always,
and to be beaten
always!
Give me great courage and gentleness.
One day let somebody understand me -
that I may no longer want to weep
because I can never say what I mean
and they make fun of me.
Let me find a juicy thistle
and make them give me time to pick it.
And, Lord, one day, let me find again
my little brother of the Christmas crib.
Amen
#poetry
#animals
#donkeys

THE PRAYER OF THE DONKEY

O God, who made me

to trudge along the road

always,

to carry heavy loads

always,

and to be beaten

always!

Give me great courage and gentleness.
One day let somebody understand me -
that I may no longer want to weep
because I can never say what I mean
and they make fun of me.

Let me find a juicy thistle 

and make them give me time to pick it.
And, Lord, one day, let me find again
my little brother of the Christmas crib.
Amen

Source:
Prayers from the Ark.
By Carmen Bernos de Gasztold
THE PRAYER OF THE DONKEY O God, who made me to trudge along the road always, to carry heavy loads always, and to be beaten always! Give me great courage and gentleness. One day let somebody understand me - that I may no longer want to weep because I can never say what I mean and they make fun of me. Let me find a juicy thistle and make them give me time to pick it. And, Lord, one day, let me find again my little brother of the Christmas crib. Amen Source: Prayers from the Ark. By Carmen Bernos de Gasztold
THE PRAYER OF THE DONKEY O God, who made me to trudge along the road always, to carry heavy loads always, and to be beaten always! Give me great courage and gentleness. One day let somebody understand me - that I may no longer want to weep because I can never say what I mean and they make fun of me. Let me find a juicy thistle and make them give me time to pick it. And, Lord, one day, let me find again my little brother of the Christmas crib. Amen Source: Prayers from the Ark. By Carmen Bernos de Gasztold
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