The Prophet smiles at all the warring tribes

The Prophet smiles at all the warring tribes,
even though ridiculed by their many jibes.

Christ laughs at the crown of thorns on his head:
because of Mercy, he has only grace to shed.

Majnun cried and cried for his lost Layla,
and became perfect in mad love’s leela.

Francesco, the greatest saint in history
became the Word through holy poetry.

The Eternal Living Ancient One is now
the One in our hearts to whom we bow.

All the Prophets and Masters of the past
defer to the present Avatar, back at last.

This-time Savior is full of such robust humor,
that Darvish finds his old forms stale rumor.

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