A Part of the Whole

To exist apart from the whole, we are broken.

To exist a part of the whole, we are healed.

To hate the other, hell is reflected in every mirror.

To love the other, heaven shines through our eyes.

To live for ourselves, we are lost in an illusion.

To give ourselves, we find our true identity.

To exclude from grace, we craft our own idol.

To see the divine in everyone, we bow before God.

To bitterly divide the world, false empires rise to war.

To peacefully embrace the all, the Kindom of God rises within.

To shout with certainty, pride loudly conceals our doubts.

To sit with hope, a whisper of faith gently fills the silence.