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shared earth
Your god’s not mine, or so you claim—
yet still we walk the world, the same.
You speak of love, of hope, of peace,
while others preach that wrath won’t cease.
Who holds the truth? Who lights the way?
Do we kneel to pray, or rise to lead?
A single street, a dozen creeds—
each door adorned with sacred signs.
Which path is right? Which voice is true?
Which god is meant for me—or you?
Or do we stand outside the gate,
hearts unsure, resigned to fate,
still searching skies both near and far
to ask: whose god is truly ours?
Copyright ©
Stephen Pennell
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