A prayer, a wish, a thought to acceptance

Observed, eyes shut tight

                hands together, focus deep

Oh little child,

                a smile ever so mild

Tell me this day –

                what you pray?

 

Earnest those eyes,

                pure every thought

Spake the little child,

                I wish oh I wish

Together we stay, together we pray

                Neither the sword, nor its swish.

 

Silent prayer spoken,

                silent plea made

Now with face grit,

                Tell me, tell me oh sweet child

Drowned in thoughts to the brink,

                What is it that you think?

 

So spake the child –

                Why is it out of sanctum I come

there's no silence here, no calm

                These voices in me, they disturb

In millions…those they curb

                Shut ears open, yet not gone!

 

Seated lone by the fountain

                Gaze seemingly lost far across, away

Curious, I prod on thy shoulder;

                yet again I ask

what thought steals thou mind away

                On such a pretty day?

 

An effort, yet they return –

                those eyes, toward me they turn

What's good in one is bad in another

                faces turned away; those around me – no other

Is there love we can't bear

                or is it grace we cannot share?

 

Answers, sweet child; answers you seek

                farther they seem; they seem meek

Wait with a smile and you shall see

                Never tire, donot retire

As there is place for more love, more glee

                which higher, more you will admire!

Satisfied, seem submissive

                shook hands as though in alliance

A prance once and a skip yet again

                Laughter, more join in

Soon they are all a train

                Smiling, I think, there's nothing they cant win!

P.S.: Inspired from one of those re-reads of Harry Potter, with special reference to the lines: "There's always place for more love on this planet..."