My brother is getting married on the weekend and they have asked me to do a reading at the service. I'm thrilled because they had not found a reading they were happy with when I showed them one of my favourite books - Prayer For The 21st Century by John Marsden. They loved it too and have decided to use it. I'm doubly thrilled because it is short, and easy to read so hopefully will be finished before I have time to hyper-ventilate! Cross you fingers for me on Saturday.
Prayer for the Twenty First Century
John Marsden
May the road by free for the journey,
May it lead where it promised it would.
May the stars that gave ancient bearings
Be seen, still be understood.
May every aircraft fly safely,
May every traveller be found,
May sailors in crossing the ocean
Not hear the cries of the drowned.
May gardens be wild, like jungles.
May nature never be tamed,
May dangers create of us heroes,
May fears always have names.
May the mountains stand to remind us
Of what it means to be young,
May we be outlived by our daughters,
May we be outlived by our sons.
May the bombs rust away in the bunkers,
And the doomsday clock be rewound,
May the solitary scientists, working,
Remembers the holes in the ground.
May the knife remain in the holder,
May the bullet stay in the gun,
May those who live in the shadows
Be seen by those in the sun.
Prayer for the Twenty First Century
John Marsden
May the road by free for the journey,
May it lead where it promised it would.
May the stars that gave ancient bearings
Be seen, still be understood.
May every aircraft fly safely,
May every traveller be found,
May sailors in crossing the ocean
Not hear the cries of the drowned.
May gardens be wild, like jungles.
May nature never be tamed,
May dangers create of us heroes,
May fears always have names.
May the mountains stand to remind us
Of what it means to be young,
May we be outlived by our daughters,
May we be outlived by our sons.
May the bombs rust away in the bunkers,
And the doomsday clock be rewound,
May the solitary scientists, working,
Remembers the holes in the ground.
May the knife remain in the holder,
May the bullet stay in the gun,
May those who live in the shadows
Be seen by those in the sun.
