MORE LIKE THE RAIN
Is it odd or is it the way our creators meant for it to be?
How the stars, the moon and the sun shine down on you…as well as me.
How we all breathe the same air…
observer the same sunsets…wake up to similar morning lights
whether we choose to celebrate Christmas day…or Hanukkah for 8 nights.
How the oceans, the lakes…the rivers and the streams invite everybody in…
no matter what sex we are…our gender…or the color of our skin.
How the trees provide shade and shelter each and every day
to those who don’t believe in God…and those who to different Gods will pray.
How the rain does not distinguish as if falls from up above…
If we are Jewish, Muslim, Catholic…or who, in life, we love.
Which makes one wonder…doesn’t it?
How much our world would truly gain….
If we were all as generous…
as accepting…
as the sun
the trees
the rain.
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