simplest prayer

walking through the streets in the sunshine, she often prayed her simplest prayer. she did not intend to pray so often, these pleas merely slipped out in subtle sighs. she did not like to put paint on her face or hands. she knew nothing about smoothing out her hair. she wanted to look as pure as an open field. she wanted to look so pure, the feeling might seep into her heart. she walked down the street and prayed her simplest prayer: "I want to be pure. I want to be kind. I want to be good." If she could be good, she would be the loveliest girl even without any paint. she so earnestly hoped that one day she would be good.