Yes, I Do Pray Poem by Garret Raja

Yes, I do pray when I see
The pain and suffering that others carry
The downtrodden and oppressed, their agony
My heart aches and my soul feels weary


Yes, I do pray when I see
The child on the street, homeless and alone
The hungry and the sick, in desperate need
Their struggles and sorrows make my heart moan


Yes, I do pray when I see
The injustice and cruelty of this world
When my humanist heart fills with empathy
And the need to act becomes uncurled

Yes, I do pray when I see
A mother on the back of the bike
Holding her husband's shoulder with a hand
And holding her child in another hand

Yes, I do pray when I see
A person with disabilities or illness
Their life a constant struggle and plea
Their spirit a testament to their stillness

Yes, I do pray when I see
An old woman selling fruits in the heat
Her face wrinkled, her body frail and weak
As people pass by without a glance or greet

I may not follow a divine path
But when I witness those in need of care
My heart speaks up and I offer a prayer
Yes, I do pray.