–after attending an interfaith conference during wartime
Today within a synagogue
Sat Jews and Muslims, side by side,
Attracted by their faith in God,
Repelled by modern genocide.
The sparkle in the speakers' eyes
Revealed the wound within their hearts.
They spoke of tyrants' boasts and lies,
Of death and scattered body parts,
Of tolerance for different creeds,
Of history and aid and prayer
To sprinkle on the problem, seeds
Which help us grow beyond despair.
That genocide should be the link
To make us share a synagogue
Or mosque or church, should make us think:
What do we know of God?