A SMALL MISUNDERSTANDING
This was the first prayer ever taught us,
Long before we could understand
Or be aware of our need for prayer.
Standing in ragged rows, eyes closed, we began,
‘Our Father, who art in heaven.’
But through a small misunderstanding
This became a little prayer for
‘Our Arthur, who art in Devon.’
Still, even not knowing Arthur,
We were happy that our prayer
Put that little intrepid wanderer
Into such safe and loving care.
© Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 