Footprints In the Sand

A morning stroll along the beach, just the two of us, walking hand in hand when I found myself enchanted by all the footprints in the sand. It was beautiful how the sun met the water and the water met the land but I felt myself mesmerized by all those footprints in the sand. They came in all shapes and sizes…they were everywhere I scanned… an endless overlap of footprints…blending together in the sand I had no way of knowing…if it was a woman or a man If they were made by someone young or old…these footprints in the sand. Was their skin black or white or yellow…red, or pink or tanned? could not be determined from these footprints in the sand. What was their religion? Were they from here or some other land? These I could not ascertain from mere footprints in the sand. Were they single…or was their partner a woman or a man? Information not to be discovered from footprints in the sand.. And I wondered if we judged people only by their footprints in the sand would we still have prejudice and bigotry… would people still be ridiculed or banned? Would hatred still flow as easily across our seas and land… or would we find a way to blend together… like footprints in the sand?