Heavenly Father. For those who are fortunate,To soak up the sun,Walk the streets,Lay on green grasses,See a friend,And visit family,Once more,Gratitude abounds. As we emerge from our stupor,Slowly,With red-rimmed eyes,From so much crying,Or fragmented hearts,And minds,Thinking, reflecting,And reaching out for You. Teach us,To hold onto any humility,You may have gifted us,In this time of woe,And…