John and Sasha discover an old Russian windmill
Our Children
Our children, who live on Earth, sacred are your voices.
Your future come, in fruitfulness and peace,
As we have promised in your making.
Give us this day your daily laughter,
And forgive us our cruelty,
Even as we renounce our inheritance of hate.
Weave with your voices a song of understanding
Which every child upon this Earth may hear.
Weave with your hands a cloak of peace
Which every child upon this Earth may wear.
For you are the purity and the beauty and the strength,
God's most precious gift,
Which we must not squander.
Amen.
from On a Starry Night
John Slade
Woodgate International
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