In a beautiful place, beneath a sky so vast,
The Imam, Priest, and Rabbi gathered at last.
No words of division, no walls between,
Just hearts united in a prayer unseen.
The Imam bowed low, praying in whispers, so soft in sound,
Whispering words where peace is found.
“Guide us, O Merciful, to the path of light,
Let love be our compass in the darkest night.”
The Priest with him, praying to God so high,
His voice like a river beneath the open sky.
“Blessed be the peacemakers, for they shall inherit,
A world reborn through love’s sacred merit.”
The Rabbi, with eyes closed in deep reflection,
Offered his prayer with quiet affection.
“May Shalom descend upon every land,
And peace bloom forth from every hand.”
Three faiths, three voices, but one yearning song,
A harmony where all hearts belong.
In that sacred moment, under heaven’s embrace,
They prayed for a world of compassion and grace.
And though the world outside was rife with strife,
Their prayers wove a tapestry of life.
For in that place, with prayers softly spoken,
The bonds of peace were gently woven.
As the Imam, Priest, and Rabbi prayed,
A vision of unity began to cascade.
And somewhere, in the quiet of that night,
The world took a step towards the light.
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