Years ago, as I waited for the Dalai Lama to speak in Central Park, someone gave me a little piece of paper, and on it was this prayer . . .
May the poor find wealth,
Those weak with sorrow find joy
May the forlorn find new hope,
Constant happiness and prosperity.
May the frightened cease to be afraid
And those bound be free;
May the weak find power,
And may their hearts join in friendship.