Are We Not the Same?
by Dawn Richerson
Saturday, March 25, 2006
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Are we not the same, you and I?
I bid you taste the tears that fall
from both our eyes and tell me we are not
one people whose hearts drink
from the cup of a common sorrow.
I tell you we are both the same,
no matter the million ways the world
would conquer and divide us,
pit the one against
I ask you this: do our hands, when cut,
not bleed the same color, a river of red?
Do we not both love our families
with intense devotion?
I am certain: we both comprehend
the certainty of death and also
the fleeting beauty
of this life.
We are the same, you and I.
I thirst, as do you, for Spirit and reach
for something more, stretching frail
and fragile fingers further, far enough
to find faith –
Are we not the same, you and I?
Have our feet not traveled down one
too many dusty roads that have led us
not to the end we had expected
but to endless new beginnings?
Hear my grief. Bend your ear.
Come close and let us meld our voices
and allow a song of joyful defiance
to rise unbroken as we stare down
this false struggle.
Are we not one?
Do we not come from dust and shall we not
return to our Maker, equal
in our failures and
in our wandering?
Are we not the same?
Even in your protest I hear the echo
of my own humanness that would make you
other for all the necessary reasons.
Taste now these tears of mine
like unto your own.
Let us drink from the cup we share
and bless it with our presence and attention,
for we are the same,
you and I.
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|Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)
|This can bring down walls of hatred built between brothers and sisters in the world over. It can lift all blocks of race, religion, color and creed and can open gates of harmony peace and love to all under the banner of humanity. Thanks dear friend and sister|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|A fine offering Dawn!!
|Reviewed by jude forese
|Dawn, i like the universal intent of this poem ... we are all flesh and blood, we are all human beings yet our spiritual, emotional and psychological identities are as diverse and varied as the stars and galaxies ...|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Beautiful, shining hope in your words. :) Very well done--
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|Humanity is intrinsically the same, though cultures seem to create a chasm between many people. When personal beliefs become a point of contention, it becomes increasingly difficult to acknowledge the sameness. Perhaps one day, all humans will become wise enough to realize that our survival depends upon us embracing our differences instead of seeing them as something that is frightening or something that we must defend our own beliefs against. There is a lot of idealism in your poem, Dawn, I hope that one day life will be that simple.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Splendid sentiments Dawn, that I'm sure most share, but even as we share, we find the differences pop up in how we perceive. Would that things could be as your poem suggests! We can only hope and pray.
|Reviewed by Anne Williams
|you leave no doubt that we are all the same. it's universal...it's what makes reaching out and creating bonds an easy thing...in doing so we learn more about ourselves. wonderful write. ~a|
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|A plea for peace and an appeal to the common chord in all of us. Very, very fine writing, Dawn!