I look at you and see my eyes
shadowed by a different self.
I hear your voice, so like my own.
You're smile's the truest wealth.
My eyes, my voice, my smile,
have lost their faith to countless crimes.
To turn my gaze towards your faith
remembers betrayals of distant times.
My friend, with words of endless hope,
an optimistic angel of truth.
You have touched my soul, at least a bit,
and have so rescued my captured youth.
Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians
Native American prayer