Our ancestors had it right when they knew that we knew not god's face or name.
It was like the blind men seeing the elephant; no two parts appear the same.
The language of holiness is self-disciplined love; can we, on this, all agree?
Can we come to see god in each other, and from fighting about god's face be free?
I don't fault those who are excited when they feel that they finally see,
But this may not be the same face of god that is presented to me.
Languages are fluid; they evolve over many miles and many ages,
And compassionate, responsible action may not fill many pages.
But this sharing is the only language that is eternal and universal,
And it should be the only faith language in which our souls become full.