January 13, 2015: Her Prayers

~by Paula Veloso Babadi

Nature in all her harsh ways demonstrates the eternal patterns of life’s ebb and flow, as even in the desolation of the desert, there are times and places of reprieve. Children seem to naturally accept and joy in nature just the way it is. They also have a simple trust and belief in the Author of creation – we have much to imitate. Let us become again as little children.

Her Prayers

With small hands folded
and head bowed earnestly,
her clear, sweet voice implores.
She talks to God with innocence and trust,
no doubts of an answer –
just a simple knowing that her Friend will hear.
And when her words wash over me
like new spring rains,
they quench the parched desert of my soul and
I am, for a moment, removed
from raging storms and burning sands
to rest in the oasis of her pure and soothing love.
Is my rescue in the rising of her prayers?

Paula Veloso Babadi has worked in the health care industry for over thirty five years, but her true passion is poetry. She is a member of the St. John’s Chapter of the national Catholic Writers Guild and a regular contributor to the St. Joseph’sReflections Newspaper. Growing up in England and Pensacola with her Filipino and British parents and marrying into her Iranian family, she now lives in Jacksonville, Florida with her husband, daughter and nearby three grown sons and grandchildren.

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