A Prayer for Oneness

This is Dillon. I met him while taking a walk yesterday. He was about to lift a lawnmower into the back of his pickup truck and I stopped to help. From what he said, it sounds like he is a cattle rancher who mows lawns on the side to make ends meet. He seems so young to be a cattle rancher.... I always picture cattle men as big burley guys in their mid-fourties with cowboy hats and beer bellies. I guess that shows how far stereotypes go. In any case, as I went on my way, it occurred to me that he is just like me, making his way in life, doing the best he can to make ends meet.  And it occured to me that I might be him if I had been born at another time and in another place.  And so I stopped a half a block away and wrote this poem. When I finished, Dillon was just finishing up trimming the lawn and I went back and got this photo. (If you can't see the photo, you may have received this through email. I don't think the RSS feed sends photos. If so, just go to my website, click on the BLOG and scroll till you find it.)
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I wonder, If I were someone else,
Would I be just like them.
I can't help but think
That to some degree, I would.
That makes me think that it's just me
Walking around and being everyone.
So many people can't help but be themselves,
Just like me, just like everyone.
I wish that I could be 
A better friend to them
And in turn, a better friend to myself.
God help me to see it deeper
To feel myself in the others
That I meet each day
I pray.