Buddhists call it compassion,

This love that we have within,

A love that is in fashion,

Intuits when we begin,

A house with many mansions,

A place without sin.

A place where fly the fairies,

Those beings swift as the air,

Where evil never tarries

Only the beautiful and the fair,

With hearts like golden cherries,

Scampering here and there.

Our lives are God’s the Provident,

All beings big and small,

His will and love are evident,

Even in a sparrow’s fall,

It’s clear if you just think of it,

Here, there—everywhere–God is all.

He counts the strands of fur,

In every cat and dog,

His knowledge is the lure,

That clears the mind in fog,

Time goes by in a blur,

Recorded in God’s log.

Fear of death is staggering,

It’s present everywhere,

Comes to the weak and swaggering,

Death’s ubiquity has no care,

The end is the great gathering,

A universal nightmare.

We all are beings of fancy,

Playthings with each other,

Impatient with life, antsy—

Accusing the great Mother,

She who fills the vacancy,

When confronting the eternal Other.

Trillions the sorts of creatures,

That teach us the lesson,

Life is the grand feature,

The never-ending session,

Words of the great Teacher,

Sets us on a mission.

To bring to the world Love,

That creation at the first,

The Maker of heaven above,

Instills in us the thirst,

To bring to all what He wove,

Complacency that will burst.

Go out among them all,

Commanded the eternal Lord,

From here to there go call,

Slashing evil with the sword,

Bring them to Heaven’s great hall,

The King of Glory’s award.

All life throughout every clime,

Unrelentingly rushes forward,

All those we loved in time,

In the direction of the divine, toward,

Happiness, when all words rhyme.

And all is a Word,

Divinely spoken.