09/01/2026
"Different Feathers, Same Sky"
Upon the sand, beneath one endless sky,
A child gives freely as the birds draw nigh.
No thought of feathers, whether dark or bright,
No one less worthy in another’s sight.
Some wear the charcoal, some the ashen gray,
While one in ivory stands out from the array.
Yet none are asked to change the shade they wear -
There’s room for every difference gathered there.
And maybe Heaven whispers through this scene,
That love was never meant to come between.
For though our paths and outward forms may vary,
The breath of life is something all hearts carry.
We need not look alike to understand
The sacred worth of those with whom we stand.
For brotherhood is more than blood or name -
It sees what’s different, yet loves just the same.
The child sees neither stranger, rank, nor race,
Just hungry lives deserving of some grace.
And in his open hand, a truth appears:
Compassion builds the bridge that conquers fears.
So let the lone white feather proudly show -
We need not blend together just to grow.
For God did not make sameness His design;
He scattered countless colors through His shine.
Perhaps the world would find a kinder way,
If we became like that young child today -
To see beneath the feathers people wear,
And call each other family gathered there.
For different wings can rise, both you and I -
Many feathers… yet we share one sky.
