Thy will be done for the birds;
For beautiful baby Silas
And the girls with flowers in their hair;
For all the women and men
Journeying home
In search of peace and food
Returning and fleeing and everything in between.
Thy will be done—
Which is to say
Let us find some relief, God,
If you are listening,
Let us be blessed with a bit of peace
With sunlight on our cheeks and
Rose water in our hair.
Thy will be done for the powerful men
Who hold the fate of so many in their hands;
Little men with big egos and selfish dreams
And way too much at stake;
Let them find mercy in their hearts.
Thy will be done
For the birds, for the flowers and the rivers,
The oceans, the mountains and the streams;
Thy will be done for the clouds overhead
The blazing sunset in the darkening sky.
Thy will be done.
Take these beloveds
Show us
How to be useful;
How to love,
How to let it all go,
How to pay attention and
Open our hearts;
How to be a channel
For it all.