Crayons
A simple project so I thought. Deep thinking and self exploration I sought.
Looking down at the pile of crayons; I scattered on the floor. My mind quickly
begins to explore.
I found an unknown discrimination within me; this must be corrected Dear Lord I
know, to be the Christian you want me to be. The things I allowed myself to see,
dear lord, must be as disturbing to you as it is for me.
The crayons are different yet the same; some wear jackets, some wore nothing
at all; one had a jacket that is all tattered and torn, as if it were an orphan.
Different colors, shapes and sizes became the focus of my mind to adorn.
After a fashion the older, feeble, the broken (handicapped), dull, and those less
attractive colors, I am a shamed to admit were segregated from the rest. While
the pointed (sharp, more educated), new (younger), fashionably dressed and
brighter in color were separated as if they were best.
The revelation came while returning them to their home (the box). Interesting I
found although the crayons had been segregated, classified; and discriminated
against; they had things in common and justification for equality. They all live in
the same box (world); they were all created by our lord; and a reviling way of
assisting his children with the insight of reality.
Ruby Barnes
Copyright © Ruby Barnes | Year Posted 2007
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