“The best religion in the world is the religion called love, not the religion called ‘Lord, Lord’. — Anthony de Mello ---AKSHR

 

A whispered plea, a fervent cry,

To gods unseen, beneath the sky.

"Lord, Lord," they call, with fervent grace,

A hallowed name, in time and space.

 

But love, a whispered, tender plea,

A gentle touch, for all to see.

A helping hand, a loving heart,

A solace found, a work of art.

 

For in the heart, where kindness dwells,

A sanctuary, where sorrow knells.

No need for temples, grand and tall,

Nor holy books, nor sacred thrall.

 

For love transcends the earthly sphere,

A beacon bright, dispelling fear.

It binds the soul, and sets it free,

A melody, eternally.

 

The whispered prayer, a hollow sound,

While love's embrace, on hallowed ground,

Transforms the spirit, pure and bright,

A guiding star, in darkest night.

 

So let us choose, with hearts so true,

The sacred art of loving you.

Not "Lord, Lord," in endless plea,

But love's soft touch, eternally.

AKSHR