Poem: A Child's Grace

By Alice C. Henderson The silver rain, The golden sun, The fields where scarlet poppies run, And all the ripples of the wheat Are in the bread that I do eat. So when I pause for every meal And say this grace, I always feel That I am eating rain and sun And fields where scarlet poppies run.

Nine-year-old Shoshanna Brady of Takoma Park, Maryland learned this verse n Waldorf School. Shoshanna and her family practice with the Washington, D. C. Mindfulness Community.

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