The Difference

The Difference It struck me once that not only is “beauty skin deep” but so are races. I challenge the bigots of this world to differentiate a white man’s spleen from a black man’s. There are though, I perceived, other kinds of races, the spiritual kinds. The philosophical race, the creative race, the hating race, the loving race, the wise race, and the foolish race. And when all is said and done, are not these spiritual races far more important to recognize than the physical. I, for one, was convinced of this as I wrote this song. ____________________ The Words: Brown and green and blue they come some speckled as with dust from the sun Wider some with fear or wonder darker some with lies they have spun Startled some to see quite immaculately a fusing that angels still shun has begun Brittle white and gray and cold and molding still the darkness of earth Ribs and arms and spines and heels and skulls to feed the seedling at birth Rising then she grows in a pattern that goes from nothing into nothing of worth to rebirth Who will stir the heart to find the part that wonders Who will seek to quell the lowly shell that plunders Who will rise to know the spell of earth Two and two and ten and ten are arms and legs and fingers and toes Ears and eyes and lips and teeth and tongue they pray that somehow she knows A liver and spleen as alike and unseen as the ocean of perils and throes she bestows And you find it all some vast appalling sameness As you search you find your perch a blind-and-lameness With a very lively heart within So you shed your feet to rise to greet the tender And you shed your eyes to realize the mender As the everlasting song we sing Ulf Wolf January 1998/May 2015 Copyright © 2015 by Wolfstuff