The Prayer Poem by Rudyard Kipling
The Prayer
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My brother kneels, so saith Kabir,
To stone and brass in heathen wise,
But in my brother's voice I hear
My own unanswered agonies.
His God is as his fates assign,
His prayer is all the world's--and mine.
Friday, January 3, 2003
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4/19/2024 10:04:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This a delightful little poem. Kipling was an imperialist but he could show a genuine empathy with common humanity as in this gem of a poem. The verse still has a relevance for today's world.