The Family of Man
What be this that we seek. To know that love of family. Or love of the family of man. We spend our time looking for that which be unknown. When what we seek be that which our searching does not reveal. Be it our own blood or that of our undiscovered family.
Who is to say where or why we are chosen. Yet as brothers and sisters brought into this world we know not each other. Could one say that we are of the same blood; why then is our search not over. What is this that we seek, the undiscovered family.
Yes, the family that is of our blood; but what of the care of the family of man. Torn and tattered lay, cared for by whom if not one of us. Yet are we so consumed with our own search; that we see not, those that may not be our blood .
Brush away the clouds so that you might see, that which lay broken at your feet. Bind up their wounds, for their battles be our battles. Shelter them as a brother would his brother. Feed them and dress them as you are. And in this give them your strength. Find you now that which was your undiscovered family. The family of man, discovered…
©2011 Words the Windows to the Soul
Morning Mark
ReplyDeleteyour words say alot about our world today, yes we do forget that some do not have what we have got, and yes we should do more to help
Take care
Sue
Mark there is so much insight into your words. Why does it have to stop with blood relations. One should reach out to help who ever tugs at their heart strings in what ever way they can. Very inspiring words especially around Christmas. Thanks for sharing.
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