Have mercy on them, Lord,
and be gracious to them,
so that none of them remains
far from your fresh meadows.
You are Love, therefore have mercy,
You who know the reason,
why sometimes they ignored Your
quiet and inviting voice.
They are your children, Lord!
You walked the world for them
and carried all the lost
back in your heart.
Hold them to your heart again!
This one thing grant me:
for my kneeling words
embrace my dead.
(Anděla Janoušková /1921–1999/, Prayers)