Susan LaffertyTiniest bird perches on a high branch. And sings his heart out.
Morning praise at sunrise.
Dark silhouette of this little feathered one begins to change.
Revealed in the march toward full-on blue sky and light of day.
Extravagant. Magnificent. The temple and its building materials.
Enormous stones.
Gold and polished bronze.
The dedication is a ceremony to end all ceremonies.
Phrases from other cultures land in our sentences and frequent our conversations.
One of those? “Same same, but different.”
We are the same. But different.
In our trek across oceans and sojourns in other lands, we see this.
Face to face. While talking about family. Life. Hopes. Dreams. Pain. Struggle.
Same same, but different.
