Too many people grow up.

That's the real trouble
with the world,
too many people grow up.

They don't remember what it's like
to be 12 years old.

They patronize;
they treat children as inferiors.

Well I won't do that.
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       Parenting and nurturing are so much more
      than just providing shelter, food and clothing.    
Raising a child from a sense of duty - cheats the child.
        Children are only to be raised through love.

                                                                                  Don't Trust, Don't Feel,
                                                                                  Don't Touch, Don't Talk,
                                                                                  Don't get involved;
                                                                          the 'rule' of an alienated
                                                                  dysfunctional culture.


To damage a child
        is perhaps the most unspeakable
                and unforgivable
                        crime/sin of all.


                                                        You cannot catch
                                                a child's spirit by running after it;
                                        you must stand still
                                and for love
                        it will soon itself return.
3


                Give a child a chance;
                love one
                                - today

                                                                                 We are not foreigners
                                                                                 living in a foreign land.
                                                                         What ‘rule’ are we following
                                                                 when we don’t intervene?

                Inasmuch as you did this for one of
                       the least of these my children,
                                you did it for Me.
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We pray for the children
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.


And we pray for those
who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
who can't bound down the street
in a new pair of sneakers,

who never
"counted potatoes,"
who never go to the circus,
who live in an X-rated world.

                                                                In the ‘other’ real world,
                                                                life is harsh, very harsh;
                                                                especially for the children.


We pray for children
who bring us sticky kisses
and fistfuls of dandelions,
who hug us in a hurry
and forget their lunch money.


And we pray for those
who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,

who can't find any bread to steal,

                                                 On average, Canadian households
                                                        throw out $500.00 worth of
                                                        food every year.

who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
        whose monsters are real.

                                        Remaining blind and deaf
                                        to that other very real world
                                                so many children
                                                are condemned to live in, may be
                                                        a sign of wilful selfish people
                                                        centered only on narcissistic
                                                        instant self-gratification.


We pray for children
who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store

and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed,

who never rinse out the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,

who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church
and scream in the phone,

whose tears we sometimes laugh at, and
whose smiles
        can make us cry.


And we pray for those
whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,

who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,

who go to bed hungry
and cry themselves to sleep,

who live and move,
but
have no being.


                                                This kind of real life is
                                                stark and harsh.
                                                        They don’t only live
                                                        in the Sudan and
                                                                other far-away places;
                                                                but also often right around
                                                                        the corner,
                                                                        down the street,
                                                                                or across town.


We pray for children
who want to be carried
and for those who must;
who we never give up on
and for those
        who don't get a second chance.

                                              The damaged children of this real world
                                                        (who survive) will be tomorrow’s
                                                                
“Wounded Adult Children”
                                                                        of which there are
                                                                               too many already.


For those we smother and . . .
for those
who will grab the hand of anybody
kind enough to offer it.
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                                                                     The ‘rule’ in foreign countries
                                                                is for foreigners to not intervene
                                                                regardless what they see,
                                                                hear or witness.
                                                        The child didn’t eat.
                                                The vulture did.
When you're up to your neck in alligators,
it's easy to forget that the initial objective was to drain the swamp.

In the daily tasks of life,
when you've gotten utterly immersed
in the secondary routines of your life,
and its unexpected tangential subtasks,
it is easy to lose sight of the most important things of life,
and your initial objectives in life.

Let us not ever lose sight of the truly important things in life . . .

thus . . . .
Child-Children-Prayer
Child-Vulture_KevinCarter
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Acknowledgements:
[1] -Prayer For The Children ~Ina Hughs
Reporter for the Knoxville News
Author of the book:  
“A Prayer For Children”
[2] ~Walt Disney
[3] ~Arthur Miller
[4] ~Jesus the Nazarene
  Note:  Graphic of Child and Vulture was
 taken by Kevin Carter in the Sudan, 1993;
 it won him a Pulitzer Prize.
Media: The Power of Love ~Celine Dionne