I pray

I woke up this morning and began my daily ritual – writing and such, including that first cup of unmatched coffee. I reached for my phone and noted the time — 9:11. It awakened my heart in a sad way forcing me to move slowly to my meditation pillow and sink into a deep prayer. I wept.

I pray for all the 9/11 victims who lost their lives unwillingly; I pray for the families and friends who sit with the grief year after year for their loss; I pray for the fated people who instigated the attacks and who gave their own lives for their beliefs; I pray for Afghanistan and the ravaged country it has been after decades of war. I sat in the quiet holding the vision for peace in my heart.   I pray.