"The child whispered, 'God, speak to me'
And a meadow lark sang.
The child did not hear.
And the thunder rolled across the sky
But the child did not listen.
and a star shone brightly
But the child did not notice.
And a life was born but the child did not know.
So the child cried out in despair,
'Touch me God, and let me know you are here'
Whereupon God reached down
and touched the child
But the child brushed the butterfly away
and walked away unknowingly.
(This poem was originally written in the Hindi language.)
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