Think about it: Could we possibly see Confucius and Jesus together Holding hands amid the skies? Or Buddha and Rabbi Laughing not at, but with each other? Isnβt that what paradise is: Friends over *******?
I know I don't cleverly incorporate all creeds, etc. in this poem, but I leave it short so any reader may fill in the missing gaps with how they see paradise as well...an "in-between-the-lines" sort of cryptic poem.