Long ago a wise man told me
My family is everyone I see.
All people are made in the same way,
Our hearts beat as we live each day.
The woman in the park feeding the ducks,
A man on the street corner who begs for a few bucks.
The woman is your sister, though you’ve never spoken.
The man is your brother, his spirit seems broken.
I told the man, “They can’t be related to me!
There are no more branches on my family tree!”
The man smiled at me, gentle and kind.
He said, “Close your eyes and open your mind.
We are all God’s family, in His image, it’s true,
God made me, the woman, the man and you.
Now that you know this it should be easy to see,
Everyone around you is your family.”