Fleshtones and Blindmen

There are so very many things that divide all humankind, great issues under scrutiny peace depends on what we find. Possessing water or the food upon which we all thrive, give some the power to make a deal and keep a neighbor alive. Using artificial criteria complicates this life on Earth, the color of a person’s skin doesn’t tell you what they’re worth. Oh dear Lord please strike me blind to inconsequential hues, withholding judgment of another till I spend time in his shoes. If the hand that feeds me differs from the color of my own, grant me the grace and courtesy to behave well in his home. May we all be as blind men not knowing black from white, thankful and forgiving doing what we know is right.