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AND AT LAST

Bless this child and help us to help him
So he can learn to see with his own eyes
The face of his mother
And the colours of the mountains
And the snow on the mountains
And the country of prophecies.

Bless this child and help us to help him
So he can learn to hear with his own ears
The sound of his name
The truth of the wise man
The language of love
And the word of prophecies.

Bless this child and help ud to help him
So he can learn to reach with his own hands
For the hand of his friend
For machines and plans
For bread and for grapes
And for the country of prophecies.

Bless this child and help us to help him
So he can learn to talk with his own lips
About pleasure and sorrow
About questions of people
About wounds of life
And about the word of prophecies.

Bless this child and help us to help him
So he can learn to walk with his own legs
On the streets of earth
On the strenuous stairs
On the ways of peace
And on the country of prophecies.

Bless this child and help us to help him
So he can learn to love with his own heart.


Lothar Zenetti