The Quilt

Perhaps in death 

my words will be viewed

more seriously.

The childlike fantasies 

won't seem so infantile.

I see a field - and there

we are all playing.

There is no race, religion,

no separation.

There is only One.

From this thread we are weaved

into the quilt of life.

And while different squares 

exist in the quilt,

warmth is felt -

when they're all connected.