God, I do not know what burdens people carry,
what demons they wrestle with silently,
what triumph it may for them to appear normal,
to be decent, to show up.
Give me compassion for each person,
aware that spirits haunt us all.
Give me grace to bless and not to judge,
to heal and not to hurt,
even those who invite hurting.
Free me from my own demons,
my ego and its demands on myself and others.
I do not know another's inner story,
its landscape, its dark places, its villains.
I don't know; I don't need to know.
I only know your tremendous love
even for me, and equally for them.
Help me remember.
—January 25, 2018