A Conversation

If we

Would bow

To the divinity

Within each one,

Rather than to the

Countless controlling

Theologies, she smiled,

And true in some it’s buried

Deep, but it does not sleep, we

Must remember we are the gods

And goddesses of a common soul,

If we would salute

The sunrise, the sunset, all the magic

Beauty all around us, rather than the flags,

The ideologies of manipulating money and their

Countries, their politicians, their generals, the goofiness,

She smiled again, come, the garden gate is opened and there

Are some things I want to show you, and then, my room is waiting.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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