LET US PRAY
As we close
our eyes,
Go on our
knees each day,
And pray for
ourselves, family and friends,
Let us not
forget to say a word of prayer
For the needy
who appear far yet near.
Let’s say a word
of prayer for eighteen-year-old Dorcia,
Who could have
been your sister,
Whose aspiration
was to be a professional nurse,
Yet finds
herself on the streets of the city at night,
Prostituting to
make ends meet.
Her parents
died tragically,
Leaving her with
five other siblings to fend for.
Do not judge
her.
Pray for her.
Let’s pray
for Mr. Whyte, a pensioner
Whose only
son Paul,
Left for
university and is yet to return home.
It’s been six
years and Paul is still missing.
Please spare
a moment,
To say a
little prayer for Yohannie,
A father of
three adolescents,
Who lives
each blessed day on a life-support system,
After he was
hit in the abdomen,
By a stray
bullet from a police who attempted a warning-shot.
When we go down
on our knees to pray for ourselves,
Let’s
remember Veronica, a hawker
Whom you’ve
never met,
Who needs to
cough out $2,000 for an emergency spine surgery,
Yet can’t
even afford a single strip of paracetamol.
Our world
would certainly be a better place,
When the
cries of others become our cries,
And the ills
of our neighbours become our headache.
So when we go
on our knees to pray,
Let’s not
forget the needy that we know not,
And the
emotionally disabled who seem far, yet near.
Let’s all pray
for each other
For no man is
an island.
