Religions live in a crowded neighborhood
Called Earth. Time for tolerance and love.
Time to see in each the common good.
Time also to see the uncommon good, the wealth of
Differences that make one's neighborly chats
A voyage to the harbors of the heart.
The world of faith is like a museum that's
Full of rich and unfamiliar art.
Time to see it all, to stroll through rooms
Full of treasures else left unseen.
Like rare languages, exotic blooms,
White rhinos, pandas, aye-aye, like green
Islands in the arms of urban sprawl,
Each faith sustains the spirit of us all.