Ice cream with a cherry on top,
a sundae for the Sunday of sorts.
The Lord's day has become
a herald for all in one,
to shelter those in need.
May those of us who gather
at the altar,
lay down our sticks and stones.
We must listen to Einstein
when he says for peace
one to atone.
You can say a Hail Mary,
Our Father works, too.
I choose forgiveness of others
to me and me to you.
Copyright 2008
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