When Christ and Mohammed Meet

When Christ and
Mohammed meet,
they greet one another
like loving brothers,
why can't we do the same;
must it be Crusades
in their name for
more accursed gain?

They both speak of love
and what we're made of,
choices, voices
and reason,
rejoicing and fasting
in season,
intent and service
and freedom.

The both shed tears
over follies and fears,
Man's inhumanity
to Man,
human calamity
to land,
buried oil in a sea
of sand.

When Christ and
Mohammed meet,
they take their seats
as prophets of peace
and greet one another
as loving brothers,
why can't we do the same;
end the Crusades
in their name for
some accursed gain?

Then we will meet
and greet one another
as sisters and brothers
in Christ and
Mohammed's name,
and so cleanse
the bloody stain,
from the cross,
from crescent moon;
dragonflies land on
a soldier's tomb,
its shadow lifting
from a maiden's womb.