||Pray for me and I'll pray for you
pray for the wicked and the evil, too.
Pray for the genius and the not so smart
who with their smiles still touch our hearts.
Pray for those who would destroy
all the baby girls and all the baby boys
with their evil toys.
Pray for the robber, pray for the thief
pray for the loss of our belief.
Pray for those who can no longer pray
pray for the loss of another day
My mother and my father
have gone from here
others I've loved from yesteryear
as I grow old and move toward sleep
releasing pains I've held so deep
deeper than the soul's regret
memories I've yet to forget
O hope, my love, don't leave me yet
your lips speak softly of the light
as I move humbly into night.
(Miles Emory: Yellow, color of forgiveness )