Connection

How can we ever come to One

When we only love those who look like, sound like, think like us

When we group ourselves into categories

Based on race, religion, culture, and beliefs

How can we ever come to know

The value in our human Love

When we measure it out so sparingly

To those who share parts of our identity

We see someone different and we call them “other,”

Unholy or privileged, not worthy of Loving

We see someone out there as less than we are,

We judge by the outside instead of the heart

Or maybe we secretly judge others in fear

Feeling less than adequate, like there’s something wrong here

And we must tear “them” down to bring “ourselves” up,

As if there were ever a ration on Love!

And in our fear that they will us harm,

We take up our swords and cry out “to arms!”

We lobby with vitriol, anger, and hate

And degrade other humans with whom we should relate

Formerly men fought each other with weapons

But now in the media, men find new ways to threaten

Emotional abuse is a real thing to see

We find it just by turning on the TV

But I want connection with each and every man

I see their value without limit or end

And I don’t think I need them to change to have worth,

For when Love is perfect, there isn’t a curse

We were and We are and We always will be

One with each person in humanity

And when we remember this there will be peace,

For we won’t have to fight every “other” we see

And we can’t love another until we love ourselves,

So hear and remember, remember this well:

You matter, you’ve value, you’re special and unique,

And without you in it, this world would be bleak.