my fairytale world...(p.47)
“We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.”
-Martin Luther King, Jr.
There once was a village
in a faraway land,
in a faraway time
tucked along a mountainside
filled with the loveliest of kind.
They lived happily, side by side,
not always to agree.
But they had this magical gift
that allowed them to see.
They looked inside first,
of what they shared
before their unlikeness
appeared from their stare.
Their hearts played the same notes
but each sang a different song.
Only through their melody
could their village remain strong.
They accepted rather than imposed.
Forcing is ill-fated,
like trying to stop the tides that chase the moon.
Mother Nature cannot be caged,
nor hearts to chant a different tune.
Their fingerprints were never the same
yet their hands could always hold.
They saw what was common,
not, who to scold.
The village had not always answered the call.
One night, the fog just lifted.
They found the thread that braided their souls.
The very string that ties us all.
Did the stars align
or were their knees knelt?
No one really knows
what cleared their eyes
from that terrible spell,
they once had felt.
I fear this will never be for this world,
that war is the closest we will come
to share our similar songs.
How sad those battle hymns will be.
The cost to bend the bow
is far too great,
yet… what will make us see?
We will never all be alike.
Babel wrote that vow.
But we can wipe our own eyes
And find the thread that binds us now.
It takes everyone to lift the veil,
to find the melody in our songs…
to see a different view.
This test is the hardest to pass…
I pray… we all do.❤️
