I pray, because I am thankful,

that I could be present at church,

for the first time in 10 weeks.

I pray, because I have had rest at home,

I have a family, and even through the stress and chaos,

we are healthy.

I pray, because I am grateful,

to have a job which I can provide food on my table,

and a roof over my head.

I pray, because my challenges have been minimal,

and throughout this period, I have grown closer to my home.

I plea for those with hardships,

whom are in a hospital weary and with their family weeping.

I plea for those who work in high risk areas,

those who stock our food, clean our streets, and treat our illnesses.

I plea for those who fear for their lives,

on the streets, in their neighborhoods,

because they look, sound or act different.

I plea for understanding that we are one race,

and as one race we can be great, beyond stigmas, or dogmas.

I pray for those who stand for themselves and others,

I pray for those who defend life and property,

I pray for understanding.

I pray for peace.

I pray for unity.

I pray for love.

I plea for a world where my children can be accepted for who they are,

for what they represent, for their very varied roots,

for their unique abilities.

I plea for a world without a fear of tomorrow,

a world with a safe home over their head,

with food on their table,

with caring people,

with access to an education.

Maybe its just wishful thinking.

Maybe the world is still not ready.

Maybe there is more to this horrible time.

But one thing, that I will do, within my solitude,

I will pray.