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FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND

 

We walked along the beach today...together hand in hand

enjoying the sights and sounds of nature…while making footprints in the sand.

 

We watched the sandpipers scurry to and fro between the water and the land

searching for their morning meal…while making footprints in the sand.

 

We saw a young family playing together making castles with their hands

each moment filled with laughter…while making footprints in the sand.

 

As we walked what caught my attention was not so much the beauty of the land

It was the myriad of footprints left imprinted in the sand.

 

And the fact we will never know who made these footprints in the sand.

If they were old or young or black or white…if they were a woman…or a man?

 

We can’t tell their gender…their God…where politically they stand…

when all we have two go on are their footprints in the sand

 

We have no way of knowing if they were from Russia, Ukraine, Sweden or Finland…

when the only information before us are their footprints in the sand.

 

And for one idealistic moment I thought…wouldn’t it be grand…

If all we had to judge another person by…were their footprints in the sand.

 

No one need be ridiculed…no one need be banned…

we would only see how similar we are from our footprints in the sand.

 

And in that idealistic moment I wished we were more like sandpipers as we scurry across the land…with no reason to judge each other while making footprints in the sand.

 

Hoping we could live in harmony…like the footprints we saw today…

and that the rising tide of hate would never come ashore…and wash that harmony away.

 
 
 
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A morning stroll along the beach, just the two of us, walking hand in hand

when I found myself enchanted by all the footprints in the sand.

 

It was beautiful how the sun met the water and the water met the land

but I felt myself mesmerized by all those footprints in the sand.

 

They came in all shapes and sizes…they were everywhere I scanned…

an endless overlap of footprints…blending together in the sand

 

I had no way of knowing…if it was a woman or a man

If they were made by someone young or old…these footprints in the sand.

 

Was their skin black or white or yellow…red, or pink or tanned?

could not be determined from these footprints in the sand.

 

What was their religion?  Were they from here or some other land?

These I could not ascertain from mere footprints in the sand.

 

Were they single…or was their partner a woman or a man?

Information not to be discovered from footprints in the sand..

 

And I wondered if we judged people only by their footprints in the sand

would we still have prejudice and bigotry…

would people still be ridiculed or banned?

 

Would hatred still flow as easily across our seas and land…

or would we find a way to blend together…

 

like footprints in the sand?


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FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND

A morning stroll along the beach, just the two of us, walking hand in hand

when I found myself enchanted by all the footprints in the sand.

 

Oh it was beautiful how the sun met the water and the water met the land

but I couldn’t help but wonder about all those footprints in the sand.

 

They came in all shapes and sizes…they were everywhere I scanned…

an endless overlap of footprints…blended together in the sand

 

I had no way of ever knowing…who made these footprints in the sand.

If they were made by someone young or old…by a woman or a man.

 

What was their religion?  Were they from here or some other land?

These I could not ascertain from their footprints in the sand.

 

And I wondered if all we had to judge people by were their footprints in the sand

perhaps there’d be no prejudices…no one would be ridiculed or banned.

 

And the world could live in harmony…like the footprints I saw today

 

before tomorrow’s tide comes rushing in and washes them away…


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