Poem: Children of the Mud

The Sheep Guide

We are all born into the mud,
and each must struggle
to cross the mud
without drowning along the way.

The one who is rescued from the mud
should not look down on another
who is still in the mud,
but should extend a hand
and try to help the other out.

Once out,
those who have been cleansed from the mud
should not be critical of any stain
which might remain on another;
for some stains take time to remove,
and we are all children of the same mud.

Though we are all different,
the mud stuck to each of us for a time,
and in this way, we are all the same;
male and female,
black and white,
wise and simple,
we are all children of the mud.