A green feather
A green feather to the Muslim social worker where we are given tea
A green feather to the leader of the Interfaith Dialoge where we presrnt our spontaneous prayers of body and soul, where Jain leaders cannot look on us women, but
Attend anyway.
A green feather to the bishop in his office who laughs with us and humbly receives our song.
Simple Hearts Lead us now,
Joy and love our common power.
A thousand times a day
The orange draped priest
Offers the people fire before the
Great Bull.
Yet, when a four year old girl
waves fire toward her eyes
her devotion melts all duty.
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