Prayer

Winter Prayer

The little frog in joyful praise has croaked

The winter's quiet heavenly fog has come.

The paddocks and the bush are softly cloaked 

In peaceful beautiful delirium.

Oh holy mist come to our heart and mind

Come gently to the troubles and the pains 

make soft the angry shapes that clash and grind

make beautiful the scars and ugly stains.

Yet listen for the joyful frog, and thrill.

Look softly as the mist of love comes in.

Be still, forgive, adore with all your will, 

And rouch the softer, simpler world within. 

Amen.