by Kelly Sicard
May we open our eyes
to those who suffer.
But if we are blind,
may their cries and stories
reach our ears.
And if we are deaf,
may their voices echo
so they quake in our hearts.
And if our hearts are hardened,
may memories of grace-filled hands
lifting us crack them open.
And if our memories fade,
may our loved ones offer a gentle reminder
that awakens mercy.
And if we do not listen
or have counsel to remind us,
then we, too, suffer.