Our Faith.. the Poetry of the Human Equation
Without the presence of precious Mother Mary,
mother of Christ Jesus, would we all to worry?
Could we accept, no Buddha, to exist for us all,
no Mohammed, the holy ones, on which to call?
If one Dalai Lama was never before us, each to see,
could our people feel whole, as each is meant to be?
Suppose not one church was ever to open its door,
no sanctuary or temple, to be seen anymore?
Without the holy wall, standing before the people,
as sad as a missing cross, atop a church's steeple.
Might we all stand so strongly, or as each is blessed,
garner strength from our faiths, as we all confess?
Should this, such a terrible state, be ours then to bare,
as Human Kind and in our spirits, righteously do care?
When will the welcomed day come, full of love to share,
appreciative of our blessings, and of this time, so fair.