LITTLE THINGS

LITTLE THINGS

Dear Father, hear and bless
Thy beasts and singing birds,
And guard with tenderness
Small things that have no words

Anonymous

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Little things that run and quail
and die in silence and despair;

Little things that fight and fail
and fall on sea and earth and air;

All trapped and frightened little things,
The mouse, the coney, hear our prayer:

As we forgive those done to us,
The lamb, the linnet, and the hare,

Forgive us all our trespasses,
Little creatures everywhere

James Stephens

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Aren’t these two poems / prayers lovely?

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