The morning began as usual,
eating breakfast in silence while I pondered,
about all the blessings the Lord has given me.

As I reflected what the good Lord set before me,
Papas con huevos -- potatoes with eggs -- a Mexican treat,
I thought about all the people who worked together
to bring it to my table.
My, do I have much to be grateful for,
for only God knows the troubles they went through.

In many ways we take care of one another,
Whether immigrant, biracial, disabled,
White, black, Mexican or Muslim,
We are united as members of a family.

Whether or not we choose to carry each other's burdens,
It doesn't quite matter,
because anytime we purchase something,
we pay to put food on someone else's table.

When I buy something from the store,
whether I realize it or not,
At times I may take care
of the one I would rather not.

Think about it for a minute.
In one way or another,
we are taking care of one another.