Pack your ruck with burdens, take a stroll downtown, Walk past the drug dealer’s dog, vicious and unloved, protecting its valuable poisons, and pray for them. Walk past the empty houses with boarded windows–a family once lived here, and pray for the harvest in a child’s laughter. Let your feet carry you downtown where the immigrants huddle together. Their words wander between two languages as their hearts drift between two lands.

Where is home?

may Your will be done on earth as it is in Heaven