I’m not impressed with your dogma,
when you say things with a snarl,
from your self-righteous mountain.
I’m not scared of the hijab,
and when I see a Buddhist praying,
I see the beauty, prayers rising.
Steeples and stained glass,
enchant, and offer peace.
Some of the most beautiful people,
I have ever met, don’t have a faith,
others light a candle, or breathe in,
the mystery of nature.
Don’t look down on me,
don’t judge me for loving,
and respecting each one.
Leave these beautiful people alone,
don’t be the judge of them,
pretending to be God,
otherwise you may see the hellfire,
you so enjoy talking about.
Light a candle instead.
Blessings to everyone and PEACE!
Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
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