"O God, who made me
to trudge along the road
always,
to carry heavy loads
always,
and to be beaten
always!
Give me great courage and gentleness.
One day let somebody understand me---
that I may no longer want to weep
because I can never say what I mean
and they make fun of me.
Let me find a juicy thistle---
and make them give me time to pick it.
And, Lord, one day, let me find again
my little brother of the Christmas crib."
Carmen Bernos De Gasztold, from "Prayers From the Ark"