Can You Judge a Book By Its Cover?
A Book?
If we were to judge a book by its cover,
my friend, a man, by his color alone,
Could we then stand before our Maker,
our God, and for our sins, atone?
What makes a man greater or more small,
than others, upon this green earth,
The greatest statement of all human kind,
is in displaying of each's own worth?
The color of a man, the slant of an eye,
the measure of height and his scale,
Does this exhibit his true and real essence,
the depths of his brilliance, as well?
When is a child less than a child,
a woman to be much lacking, in her femininity,
What decides the stature in this life,
and is it to be based upon just what we see?
On the outside of us, there lies a shell, a form,
and the inside, holds the real truth,
The measure of a person, not in appearance,
the essence of goodness, their proof.
Intelligence does not dictate who we are,
it's humaneness and sharing of our lives,
The level in society and the money we have,
belies the true spirit, and how it thrives.
As judges we cannot be a justified source,
the observer and his opinion, drawn up,
Do we not eat the same bread of life,
and drink wine of our days, from the same cup?
Do we not walk upon the same common soil.
and breathe in the same precious fine air,
Then live our fond lives, as best as each can,
experiencing the greatest gifts, so rare?
The bright shinning light, emanates from within,
of every small child and grown one,
Held in its place, reflected in each face,
within the hearts warm embrace, as a beacon.
This special quality is possessed by us all,
and a treasure, to be held within our books,
Our God given spirits and souls held inside,
to be masked by our skins, and our looks.
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