The Prayer of the Donkey



O God, who made me

To trudge along the road


To carry heavy loads


And to be beaten


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.





Prayers from the Ark

 by Carmen Bernos de Gasztold

Translated by Rumer Godden