A#WRITCO GRAND COLLABORATION
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STARRING
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MICHAEL
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BRIDGET DIRISU
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MICHAEL
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In the vast tapestry of the divine, where threads of faith unite,
I, Michael, a son of dual heritages, behold a world alike.
Where the whisper of Malcolm X echoes through the breeze,
"If we are to have peace on earth, our loyalties must become ecumenical."
A world where the crescent moon kisses the cross,
Where the lotus blooms with the star of David, not at a loss.
Where the dome of the mosque embraces the steeple with grace,
In the heart of every sanctuary, love's purest face.

O world, if thou couldst see through the eyes of a child so fair,
Where the crayons of culture blend without despair.
Where the Gospel, the Qur'an, the Torah, and Sutras align,
Where every word spoken is a universal sign.
Where the Sufi's whirl, the Hare Krishna's chant,
Merge in the symphony of a single sacred chant.
Where the monk's silence and the shaman's dance,
Speak of unity in every circumstance.

If we but lay down our screens, our digital chains,
To embrace the warmth of each other's refrains.
We'd find in the whispers of the ancient trees,
The secrets of life that technology feigns.
Where the rivers flow with laughter and tears,
And the stars reflect the hopes of millions of pairs.
Where the earth is our table, the sky our dome,
And every creature is welcomed, no one to roam.

In the market of humanity, let us barter with smiles,
Where the currency of kindness goes miles.
Let us resurrect the lost art of listening,
Where hearts connect, beyond the clamor of whirring and glistening.
Where the forgotten "please" and "thank you" are the norm,
And the world becomes a stage for each other's form.
Where the warmth of a handshake can melt the coldest of storms,
And the sweetness of a hug, like a gentle, healing balm.

In the gardens of brotherhood, let love be the seed,
Where every action is an act of pure creed.
Where the fruit of our labors is peace and not greed,
Where the soil of our souls is fertile and indeed.
Where the sun of compassion never sets,
And the moon of mercy never forgets.
Where the stars of our potential shine bright,
Guiding us through the darkest of nights.

In the sanctum of the home, let love be the key,
Where the roots of our children grow, strong and free.
Where the walls whisper stories of unity,
And the floors are a canvas of familial glee.
Where the future is woven in every...