If my bare feet were covered by the mud in the field,
Would I begin to know how a farmer labors to grow grain?
If my fingers touched the bark of an old tree,
Can I see the past and those who stood beneath it in the rain?
If I tasted the salt in water in the sea,
Can I trace the paths in the mountain where it rolled?
If I felt the breeze dance around and about me,
Can I feel how it raised the eagle so it could soar?
If looked deep and long into a woman’s eyes,
Will I feel the depth of her joy or pain?
If I felt the stabbing hunger in the core of my being,
Can I ever allow a child to go hungry again?
If I have known fear at the face of death,
Can I allow violence and destruction to touch the innocent?
If I have been saved by a merciful stranger
Will I not show kindness to a sinner who repents?
If I truly believe in the God of peace and justice,
Should I be silent in the face of war and greed?
If I have been nurtured with love and kindness,
Can I turn away from my own people who are in need?