A Prayer for the Stranger

A stranger’s brush upon my frame,

 He painted me, though not by name.

 Tonight, the sorrow starts to grow—

Why hurt a soul you do not know? 

My kind heart aches with silent pain,

Yet I’ll not answer with disdain.

Though tears may fall for what he did,

 I’ll pray for him, as kindness bid. 

Poet : Prof. Penn T. Larena 

May 28,2026