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Mar 2022
Although I am an only child,
I have billions of siblings,
Men and women,
Young and old,
Jewish, Muslim, Christian,
And of all other religions and none.

I am but a leaf,
Of a very old tree,
Planted by one God,
Known by many names,
And worshipped in many ways,
Perhaps to His amusement.

Regardless of what any religion teaches,
Including my own,
I know we are all His children,
And He loves each of us,
Who strive to do good,
More than doing well.

All human beings,
In their infinite precious variety,
Are my siblings.
All are bound by our God's love,
All spring from the same holy seed,
That He planted in eternal hope we might do right.

If I hurt my siblings,
I hurt myself more,
And disappoint He who created me,
And all whom I love more than words can say.
I weep for the injustice humanity wreaks upon its own,
I weep for He who filled the void with light that we might see.

I weep for those who injure my brothers and sisters,
Almost as much as I weep for the victims of their evil deeds,
For I know the victims will return to God's embrace,
While their tormentors will reap a bitter harvest,
From the poisoned seeds they sow,
And will never share in God's embrace when their days are done.

God is love,
Love is God,
God love is.
Love His children well,
As He well loves each one of us,
Let not His love go unrequited.
Victor D López
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Victor D López  59/M/New York
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