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,
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.