Last night as the votes were coming in I wrote a prayer, a poem. I am not religious in the sense of I attend one church. I am religious in the sense of love the neighbor, love the earth.
It is true, the candidate I supported did not win. I worry for my neighbors who do not fit the mold that our future President wants. I worry for my neighbors who will live in fear because they are different. Hate and bigotry have shown their true side.
I will put my belief that we can come together as a nation. I will not let fear rule me. I will pray. Here is the prayer I wrote.
As I lay my child down to sleep, I pray.
I pray for those with different skin color than mine.
I pray for those who immigrated to this country.
I pray for those who have a pre-existing condition.
I pray for those who are transgender.
I pray for those who have been sexually assaulted.
I pray for those who follow different religions.
I pray for those who are part of the LBGT community.
I pray for those with disabilities.
I pray for those who need government support.
I pray for those who want a better education.
I pray for women who want to be in control of their bodies.
I pray for our earth.
I pray for clean air.
I pray for love.
I pray. I pray not to one god but to all gods, to Mother Earth.
I pray for you my neighbor.
I pray for those who do not fall under Trump’s ideal person.
I pray I have the strength to stand besides, stand up for those who in moments of weakness think suicide is better then the horror they are living in that moment.
I pray we find compassion, love and understanding when those that bully us, those who seek to put us down feel think they are winning.
I pray. Pray with me– not with a religious faith but with a faith that we will survive together, helping and supporting our neighbor through what ever tomorrow brings.
Written by Sarah Stroh Thornton, aka Wifemotherdaughterself at 8:45pm PST onNov 8th 2016.