A Blend Of Color (2001) Poem by Lillian B. Rose

When I was young
I saw with the eyes of a Child
The walls of separation; of Pride and Hatred
I asked a Loving Father: Should I but love my own

He did not criticize me
Taunt or Jeer me on
But asked a simple question:
Which of mine Children are your own?

Child, Look not with your eyes!
But let your heart decide
Who are truly mine Children
Answering to your cry

Black or White or Otherwise
Lost shadows together
No Difference in the heart
For that is where I Am

As a Child raised eyes
To Praise the Father Above
The Walls of Color: dissapated
I saw in the Light of His Love