Looking around at earth's varisome face <br />We often feel lost in the masses of souls <br />Who surround us with life which appears wholely <br />To differ, from race to indifferent race, <br />All seeming seperate, by culture and faith. <br />Yet when music or laughter lightens the heart <br />A medium is found of which we are part, <br />And which nothing on earth can displace. <br /> <br />Through looking deeper at what can combine <br />To produce kindred sense amongst all, <br />We would do well simple facts to recall <br />And forego any thoughts of 'yours' or 'mine' <br />We all belong to what's called humankind. <br />We have in common red blood in our veins. <br />Birthed by earth's mothers with strong labour pains. <br />What closer kindred could ever we find? <br /> <br />Filled with the spirit of dynamic life <br />Earth's populace breathes the same vital air. <br />Together we grieve when life's no longer there. <br />The loss is communally felt after strife. <br />Yet so is rejoicing, which is re-gained <br />When laughter and music cut through our dark <br />Misunderstandings - then friendships will spark. <br />With spirits thus kindled love can be unchained.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kindred-spirits-3/
