By Teev Handal My prayers for the CountryCome easilyBecause, what is loveIf not a constantPrayer residentIn the heart My worry intertwinesWith my prayersSanctifying wordsAnd thoughtsInto a hopeFor a nation healed, reunited It is selfish of meThat I need thisNation healthy for meAnd not simplyFor the nation itselfAnd the citizensThat have the same desire But what is loveOther than bothA selfish andA selfless prayerSent up to GodIn wafts of smokeMade grey in its earnestness