I find it easy to pray for br other people - br to wish them happiness br safety br well-being br it makes me feel br virtuous and br a little bit righteous… br especially when praying for my enemies… br br Oh! How I can pray for my enemies! br “those who have trespassed against…” br litany after litany br during dark nights br pacing the wooden floors br with my bare feet, br avoiding the accusatory reflections br of my own eyes br in bare windows… br br “Pray for me! ” it says as I turn a corner br “Pray for me! ” as I go up the stairs, br my voice repeating incantations - br names of those I pray for – br my mouth forming the syllables br the many requests..