If anyone says I love God but hate my brother
He is a liar before God.
For he who does not love his brother.
Cannot love God.

Half asleep I prayed to my parents.
It is strangely soothing and uplifting.
And just so is praying to grandparents.
They seemed in their other world to be listening.

Do the dead hear us.
Are they listening.
I seemed to sense they still know us.
And want our praying.

None of this is certain.
But neither is it uncertain.

…….

We pray to parents
We remember grandparents
And hope they’re listening

…….

See 1 John 4