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… L 🪶 J … We built these walls— brick by belief, fear by fear… then wondered why the world felt smaller than it should. Names divide us— Muslim, Christian, Jew, Hindu… labels louder than the truth we all breathe the same air. What if we paused— not to argue, but to listen… to the quiet human voice beneath every doctrine? Faith was meant to— lift, not fracture, guide, not guard… yet we sharpen it into lines we dare each other to cross. And still— there is kindness in every corner… hands reaching past the noise, hearts refusing to harden. I don’t want power— no stage, no crown, no control… just a world where we walk free without fear in our shadows. No borders drawn— no lines in sand to defend… just footsteps crossing freely, side by side, unafraid. My religion? simple as breath— love, given… no colour, no creed required, no permission to belong. I see it still— a world unbroken, whole, awake… not perfect, but choosing peace again, and again, and again. And maybe dreams— are not escape at all… but quiet blueprints waiting for hands like ours to build them into the real. … L 🪶 J … By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
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Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 9:57 AM UTC
A DREAM OF UNITY
… L 🪶 J … We built these walls— brick by belief, fear by fear… then wondered why the world felt smaller than it should. Names divide us— Muslim, Christian, Jew, Hindu… labels louder than the truth we all breathe the same air. What if we paused— not to argue, but to listen… to the quiet human voice beneath every doctrine? Faith was meant to— lift, not fracture, guide, not guard… yet we sharpen it into lines we dare each other to cross. And still— there is kindness in every corner… hands reaching past the noise, hearts refusing to harden. I don’t want power— no stage, no crown, no control… just a world where we walk free without fear in our shadows. No borders drawn— no lines in sand to defend… just footsteps crossing freely, side by side, unafraid. My religion? simple as breath— love, given… no colour, no creed required, no permission to belong. I see it still— a world unbroken, whole, awake… not perfect, but choosing peace again, and again, and again. And maybe dreams— are not escape at all… but quiet blueprints waiting for hands like ours to build them into the real. … L 🪶 J … By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
A reflective spoken word piece that challenges division and imagines a world where compassion rises above belief, and unity becomes more than just a dream. I first wrote this poem many years ago, I've struggled with faith for many years now. I still question why and search for a answer, for me my poem is part of that question.
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LongJohnPaulBaldry
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LongJohnPaulBaldry
71/M/Saltcoats - Scotland
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 9:57 AM UTC
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