Lord I pray you will see fit
to bless us with forgetfulness,
An absent and vacated mind,
unbiased and walking only toward the setting sun.
A mind that knows no different
than to greet every passing stranger,
of every passing colour,
with love, encouragement and curiosity.
Be they shade of blue or green,
orange, magenta, yellow or grey.
They walk toward the same setting sun &
their footprints left on the desert floor of the endless Thar,
show no memory of their colour or beliefs.
Lord I pray you will see fit
to bless us with forgetfulness
And as we gather new thought, new memory,
let it not be sliding inward toward ourselves.
Instead, let our thoughts lie on those whose paths we have crossed,
and let our feet be willing to lose ground if another should need help.
