Strife, fanaticism, and such ills plague
Fundamentalism and faith in league
Why such strange mix? Because of blinkered sight
God shows to each according to his light
All say their watch alone shows right time
While all approximate, sun rightly chime
Nearer we are to sun, the less we quarrel
When sun burns its way into us, never will
A man saw a creature under a tree
He saw it red, some blue, and some as green
They quarreled and at last went to see
A tramp who had his home under that tree
He said, `All thy words are true but partial
He is all this but at times with colours nil
Chameleon like, God has all names and forms
Formless too shines. So let's not be crude bombs
Chameleon like
God - all forms and formless too
Fun - watching changes
23/6/2002; direct into computer
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