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dedicated with hope to all of us Imagine a Human Family Picnic where everyone shows - from every sect and hue and nation - gathered at a common table. The Almighty swoops down to speak the  blessing: known to all from Torah, Q'uran and Gospels and countless other books of wisdom - author of our souls' aspirations. After supper the Holy One would call us to the sacrificial pyre.       *“Brothers, sisters and cousins,         images of your creator,         every unholy war         desecrates the face of God         and there is no other kind.         Cast your pride into the flames         and live together in peace!”* Obediently, we'd toss our pride into the fire, recoiling from its smoldering stench. The Lion would lie down to preen the Lamb's fleece and Universal Love, released from her chains, would walk  free in every land. August, 2006
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
Human Family Picnic
dedicated with hope to all of us Imagine a Human Family Picnic where everyone shows - from every sect and hue and nation - gathered at a common table. The Almighty swoops down to speak the  blessing: known to all from Torah, Q'uran and Gospels and countless other books of wisdom - author of our souls' aspirations. After supper the Holy One would call us to the sacrificial pyre.       *“Brothers, sisters and cousins,         images of your creator,         every unholy war         desecrates the face of God         and there is no other kind.         Cast your pride into the flames         and live together in peace!”* Obediently, we'd toss our pride into the fire, recoiling from its smoldering stench. The Lion would lie down to preen the Lamb's fleece and Universal Love, released from her chains, would walk  free in every land. August, 2006
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robert-c-howard
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
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