Here is a little prayer from the poet Langston Hughes. It often echoes through my mind as I look out at our world.

Gather up
In the arms of your pity
The sick, the depraved,
The desperate, the tired,
All the scum
Of our weary city
Gather up
In the arms of your pity.
Gather up
In the arms of your love—
Those who expect
No love from above.

Image of child laborer by Zoriah (used by permission via Creative Commons).