The dwarf

The dwarf
Look,
Maa,
There goes the
Dwarf,
Said the
Excited child,
She makes me
Look tall.
The dwarf smiled,
And replied,
Walking on her
Spindly legs,
Look, my child,
Although tall,
You are the
Real dwarf.
Why?
Asked the child,
In her lilting voice.
Simply because,
Said the smiling
Dwarf,
Those who do not
Fit into
Your image,
You dub
Them as the
Different One,
And declare them
As the
Other guy;
Some are poor,
Some rich;
Some, fair,
Some, dark;
Some, as Us,
Some, as Theirs;
In our simple world,
On the other hand,
Everybody is born
Small,
And a creation
Of a loving
God who does not
Believe in size,
Colour,
Creed,
But creates
All the creatures
As His
Divine parts.
When He,
The Lord,
Does not compare,
Label,
And divide,
How can
You and I?