We both look to god's face,
but say different names:
two facets of the same crystal vase.
Empty without our faith.
Instead of debate,
we take a static view
and religious illiteracy reigns.
Chances are,
there's no dance card
in the afterlife,
no borders to maintain.
Will we fight for holy land
in the place between domains?
Or carry our religious recidivism with us
into the reaches of outer space?
When my sun sets,
simply clasp hands with me,
and I will feel safe
from the closeness of our palms
despite the distance in our faiths.
©2024 | K.F. Hartless
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