Dear Religion,

Like a tree, you stand through it all, thick and thin, surviving time;

Many sects branching from your trunk.

Many gods have combined to become one,

While others slowly fade away.

Defining right and wrong, you try to keep the peace.

For some followers, their Way becomes clear;

But others are lost in the shadows of their wrongs.

Like a precious thing, you are fought over;

Men claiming their way is better than others.

Wars are waged against those who think differently,

Between those who worship an unknown being and the ones that worship the earth.

Your messages are taught through parables, stories that give a message

In hopes that they will be heeded.

You are the foundation that unites the people,

The belief that lifts them up.

You give us the hope that keeps us going strong.