Miracles

Glowing Jesus and fainting school kids in the east.
Idols drinking milk in the west.
Believers who call themselves Christians,
believers who call themselves Hindus.
All of the same blood, of the same land,
in the mountains, and by the sea.
All of the same innocence.
Of the same desperate need to believe.
Of the same gullibility.

Grant them these moments of madness.
Of fulfilment.
In their belief in a power beyond
the warmth of the ancient fire in the cave,
that holds the secret
to something better than their diverse todays.

God (if there is one)...
knows they need it.