We worship the same God my friend,
Just in different words and customs;
For God, evidently, loves wondrous variety,
As you should.
We worship the same God my friend,
Just in different words and customs;
For God, evidently, loves wondrous variety,
As you should.
Don’t be ashamed of your tears,
For they are not made remotely from you in the clouds,
But are the uttering of the soul within;
Turned to vapour and urged by emotion to rise,
Steaming up the windows,
Before streaking down;
It shows you are brimming and overflowing with life,
More in touch with everything around you,
Than words can possibly describe.
Peace of mind is neither a birthright nor a privilege:
It is earned through a life time’s worth of sacrifice;
To reflect upon in the twilight of your years and be grateful to the truth:
I have done right.