A quiet prayer

 A quiet prayer for peace in Ukraine 


Tonight I pray for children in the cold, dark houses in Kyiv fearing the morning, fearing the night. 

I pray for old people in Kherson as they queue patiently for food and water. 

I pray for the millions displaced across Europe. 

I pray for the refugees who arrive in Ireland that they may find a warm welcome. 

I pray for the brave soldiers who defend their families. 

I pray for Russian soldiers to return safely home. 

I pray that Russia may resile from war

I pray that we may play our part and accept the sacrifices 

I pray for the boys and girls who go to bed tonight not knowing when peace may come. 

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