A CHRISTMAS PLEA FROM THE INFIDEL I have not seen your face Or looked into your eyes Nor you mine But aren’t we brothers? Does it matter what each we believe in? What differences we have? Whatever, whoever – in no God’s name is murder. I have a mother, father – family, as do you. If we both are wounded, do we both not bleed? Or suffer hurt, or love, or smile – just the same? Don’t we all have a right to live? Why do you pursue this path of grief? For you dig graves Also for yourselves Is this the hellish future you dreamed of for yourself, as a little child? All these tears? Didn’t you (like me) just want to be happy? (Has bitter history taught us all nothing?) Please brother! Sister! Turn! Cross from this black path It’s not too late to change Or find a better way… Don’t be beguiled by tricks, or ideology This call to arms, is no anointed war It is a call to hatred. For surely Only where tolerance and love is Can your or my God be? 2014 © All Rights Reserved katherinesummers.com.au