HUMANITY
With a good amount of perseverance I’m sure I could find umpteen definitions of, and quotes about, what it means to be human. Though others far brighter than I may have written intelligent and thoughtful reams on the subject, I’m not going to go in search of them. I’m satisfied with my own definition.
HUMANITY
If you say you belong to the human race,
are neither a beast of the field
nor creature of sea or sky,
I have a few questions for you.
Do you weep on encountering suffering?
Can you cling to hope in the face of despair?
When the snow falls do you feed the birds?
Would you kick your dog, step on a spider?
Do you offer your arm to the blind, avoid the infirm?
Would you invite a hobo to your table,
Give him warm socks and a coat to wear?
Do you know the difference between light and darkness,
Honor and shame, attention and neglect?
Between a playground and a jail, between a hug and a punch?
Can you ignore skin – black, white or yellow?
When did you last plant a flower, thrill to the music of Bach,
Read a great book, utter a heartfelt prayer,
Enjoy a walk in the woods, a swim in the sea,
Stand in awe at the base of a mountain?
Applaud a child’s curiosity?
Have you won the respect of others, the affection of children?
Did you bring a smile to someone’s face today?
Have you an inner spark you keep hidden
That if let loose might comfort another?
Do you believe in the goodness of man?
Which are you:
One who enters a room and says “Here I am”
Or one who enters and says “Ah, there you are?”
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Julie Rose
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