Religion of humans

How beautiful is religion

When I rest my head on the

Once ordinary ground

It becomes holy when I name Him

When I enter his sacred place

I get invited into Serenity and brotherhood

The misunderstood concept of the she

Being shushed to silence

Ordered to cover her bodily arches

But no one sees his love

No one sees the perfection he creates

His words have no meaning to them

But in the deepness of His expression

You can see the magnificence of the all knowing

Even if you believe in the oldest of his words or the newest

The same excellence is respected

But in different dialect