I had a dream one night of paradise
I had a dream one night of people from all different ethnic groups
laughing, sharing and having fun.
No one thought about the color of anyone’s skin.
No one thought about the color of anyone’s eyes.
I had a dream one night that race was irrelevant,
as irrelevant as the color of one’s shirt,
as irrelevant as the color of a flower,
as irrelevant as the color of a painting.
For aren’t we all just painted skin?
Does it matter how much paint or what color the Creator applies to our canvases?
Whether he sprinkles freckles over a pale canvas or
paints a deep, rich ebony,
God paints each canvas as a masterpiece.
I had a dream one night, and as I sat and looked across his heaven,
I saw the beauty of his varied tapestry,
all working together as one,
delighting in the character of each other’s hearts
and not noticing the color of each other’s skin.
I awoke and looked around me
The light seeped in from the windows.
As I looked around, I saw the world
dipped in jewel tones and pastels,
people painted in every shade from the palest white
to the deepest black.
Hadn’t I dreamed a dream?
Where had all those beautiful colors gone,
all mingling together as one?
Wasn’t it the character of a person’s heart and not the color of one’s skin that mattered?
In the nightmare of the day,
the colors of the skin did not fade into the background of conversations.
They seeped into the mouths
and the words of blessings and curses
were placed on people’s shoulders
depending upon the color of their canvases.
I awoke to the nightmare around me.
As I sleep tonight, may I escape the nightmare.
Tomorrow when I wake, may I say,
“I had a dream, a beautiful dream.”
But when I awake, may the dream become reality
and may the love of all God’s colors be found here on earth.