I pray for my neighbor
who is violent toward his wife.
who is violent toward his wife.
I pray for my so-called political enemies,
who, in truth, are not so different from me.
who, in truth, are not so different from me.
I pray for my family.
I pray for the strangers I will never know,
and for the people I know all too well.
and for the people I know all too well.
I pray to something
I am not always sure I believe in.
I am not always sure I believe in.
I pray to be free of tribal thinking,
to see beyond duality,
though I know that work lasts a lifetime.
to see beyond duality,
though I know that work lasts a lifetime.
I pray, and I pray, and I pray.
And in the end,
I kiss the rosary that once belonged to my father,
the only thing I carried from his house when he died.
And I wonder if he ever prayed these same prayers
and simply never told me.
