Remind us, Spirit, that each of us comes from a different place, yet all we are one. We carve for ourselves our own unique space, yet all we are one. We learn how to speak, eat, dress, cook, and play in different ways. Of common homeland, we have not a trace, yet all we are one. We kill, maim, and harm on another with no thought of your will. We forget the one God and one grace, yet all we are one. On a mountain in East Africa, near Olduvai Gorge, our common mother – “Eve” – says that we come from one human race, and all we are one.
Yvonne Seon (adapted)