you will not tell me i am mistaken,
when i have touched the face of Love.
what is this religion you preach?
i see only a veil.
twisting and concealing the beauty
of his countenance.
you would sooner send me to the fire
than respect my truth!
triviality rules your dogma
and you forget the simplest form:
be humble, forgive, do not pass judgment.
i am a creature in search of the source,
do not tread upon my journey
with your hasty judgment, your blinded pride—
we are all wanderers.
you speak of finding G-D.
does he hide?
i lift my eyes and he is the sky.
i am motionless and he is the wind.
i am firmly grounded and he is the earth.
i open my mouth and he is every word spoken in love.
perhaps it is we, sister & brother,
who must need be found.