Teach us to notice those at our gates-those who
live outside the walls of our sometimes small vision.
May we hear the cries of those calling for mercy,
even when their cries are silent and our ears
And when we hear those cries,
fill our shoes with blocks of cement
so we will be inclined to stop.
Fill our hearts with the liquid of compassion
so we will be inclined to help.
Fill our hands with warmth and life
so we will pause to touch