One Thread, Many Colors

Not made of one, but many hands,
Not built on shores, but shifting sands.
It lives where hearts refuse to part,
Where difference meets a common heart.

It’s not the blending into gray,
But bright mosaics in full display.
Each voice unique, each truth its own—
Yet somehow more when not alone.

It’s standing side by side through storm,
It’s warmth within a world gone warm.
It’s reaching out when lines divide—
And weaving hope from either side.

It’s not agreement, perfect, neat—
But kindness when our views compete.
A deeper thread than win or lose—
A vow to see, not just to choose.

So let us build what can’t be torn,
From quiet care and courage born.
For unity is love made wide—
A home where all may stand inside.