the secret beauty of their hearts,
the depth of their hearts
where neither sin nor knowledge
could reach, the core of reality,
the person that each one is
in the eyes of the divine.
If only they could see themselves
as they really are,
if only we could see each other that way
all the time,
there would be no more need for war;
for hatred, for greed, for cruelty.
I suppose the big problem would be
that we would fall down
and worship each other.
(1915-1968, Trappist Monk)