Spark

Who is this stranger, veiled in shadow?

Surely she is not like me.

She looks different, acts different, talks different, walks different.

We could not be less alike.

But there is a hint of something,

a spark of recognition.

I have never seen her before,

and yet ... something in her eyes calls to me.

Could it be that she knows laughter,

that she knows pain?

Does she know how it feels to long for love?

Does she smile, does she cry,

does she have sleepless nights?

Perhaps we both know

the joy of victory

and the sting of defeat.

Different cultures, different Gods,

different worlds, different lives,

but the same humanity,

the same craving for understanding.

Who is this stranger, veiled in shadow?

In every way that truly matters,

she is just like me.