If I were a
refugee, I would yearn to belong

like everyone
belongs.  I would yearn to pick up

the threads of
my life, despite the taunting haunts of

the flight to
safety.  I would try to cope with the agony of separation

from loved ones
and friends and I would wish to the heavens,

and I would
wish, that it would not feel such a stigma

to be a
refugee…

And today, dear
God,

I make my life
a prayer.

A prayer of
thanksgiving for giving me a home and a place in life.

A prayer for
the spirit of kindness and compassion to the less fortunate.

And most of
all, for the grace of courage and peace of mind

if ever I were
to become a refugee.