You see neither Jew nor Gentile, Catholic nor protestant, Church goer nor athiest. You see Man, One, whole, in agreement without division like strings on a harp, each designed to play a note in complete accordance with the other. You see neither place, nor palace, flag, nor foundling, you see Man, one reflection, good kind and pure.
Neither time nor space, reformation nor chapel,
You see us all of us as we are supposed to be: The reflection of total Love and may we see ourselves that way too