Pieces en Concert -- Prelude, La Tromba, Air de
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|Every religion has blood on its hands
As hatred and greed, dressed in righteous commands,
Sanctify purely demotic demands
To rape, loot, and plunder less virtuous lands.
Every religion has love at its heart,
Radiant love in its wisdom and art,
Permanent love, of the whole for each part,
A grace none can grasp nor theology chart.
So might all faiths sing a common refrain,
Singing together in the much-abused name
Of divinity, singing of blessing and blame,
Verses quite different, the chorus the same.
Every religion should know that its truth
Relies on its goodness and beauty for proof.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon