Faith
If I should tell you all I believe, pagans would rejoice,Christians would embrace Muslims, Buddists, Jews,and God knows what the heavens would rain.
Spirits in trees refresh our souls, still waters wash away any remembered faults. The very stones cry out for redemption.
Which child once on-earthed doesn’t replenishtheir thirsty hearts to imagine another one to cherish.Wouldn’t a Creator want to stay tapped into every telephone of soul.
Maybe the ending pool of souls is this mix of living red waters, retentive pools of more than genes.My Lord is big enough to tentacle into every beastly heart, just waiting for free will to bring us finally home.
And if not this for truth, perhaps our four-legged friendsmight speak to us, again…as some traditions say they did the night our Lordallowed His only son to tour our deadly planet.