We think we are divided,

By race, by generation, by gender,

Standing among our peers, grouped by

Beliefs, convictions, ideologies,

Our quest in life to find our people,

Or the one to make more of ourselves.

But we are all the same.

Yes, the same, without variation,

Flesh and blood,

Living in mortal bodies,

With vast minds,

Reaching out for knowledge,

Joy, pleasure, understanding;

Young and old alike, save the condition of their frame.

Rich, poor, oppressed, powerful,

It matters not.

Every day we hunger.

Every day we tire.

Every day we have one goal,

To live on the best way possible.

Don’t make more of this life than it is.

Make more of how your neighbor hungers, tires and strives to live.

Then look to your Creator and ask,

“Who am I to you?”