Rosalie Sugrue has provided some more resources for Disability Sunday, comprised of poems, prayers, and a children’s story written by her self and another Kiwi writer, Trish Harris, and included in a new book issued last year entitled A Child Laughs: Prayers for Peace and Justice.
Unfortunately we cannot include all the material here, but we can provide you with a pdf here.
A personal prayer/poem
THE CARRIER AND THE CARRIED
I don’t notice your disability anymore. …. It’s
just something you carry with you, she said.
I carry it with me
like a handbag
swinging loosely by my side
pick it up
put it down.
I never lose
and never replace.
I carry it on me
like a cotton shirt
on a summers day.
Wind easing its finger
between skin and fabric
billowing it out
pulling it too
playing at separation
but the buttons hold tight.
I carry it in me
by a river
always in flood.
I carry it through me
like the weight
of a name
for a child never born.
and an absence.
I carry it with me
and through me.
I am the carrier
and I am also
A blue tear
filled with gold.
Public Prayers (Approach)
We acknowledge that regardless of health,
attitude, appearance or status,
we are people marred by imperfections.
Grant us the strength to manage our infirmities
with wise caring, good humour, and gratitude.
Help us use whatever we have to become
more insightful to the conditions of humans,
and more attentive to matters spiritual.
Save us from falling victim to self-centredness
– a malaise that preys on the fit and the unfit
that left unchecked is more soul destroying
and more binding than any physical aberration.
In the loving of others may we find perfection. Amen.
A story for children of all ages
The Tiny Town of Tontevoc
The tiny town of Tontevoc nestled in a sunny valley beside a sparkling river. It was surrounded by green fields backed by snow capped mountains. Everyone lived in a warm house and no one went short of anything they needed. Instead of enjoying the good things they had the children of Tontevoc School were discontent. Each child thought some other child was more fortunate.
One child owned a pony and another had a magnificent tree house. There was a girl who could run like the wind. Her brother could sing like angel. Their cousins were exceptional at tennis. There were twins who looked alike and often argued. A boy who painted beautiful pictures lived with his grandmother. The family of four played boisterous games and got to sleep in bunks. The cleverest girl in the school wore thick glasses. Her sister was very pretty. One child lived in a grand house and had many toys. And, there was a boy who limped and had to use a crutch.
One day the Wise-woman of Tontevoc visited the school holding a bunch of floating balloons. … [See page 4 of the pdf file for more …]