DON'T FORGET THE CAMELS

Maybe there's One, maybe there's Three
Doesn't much matter if we can agree
That words from a Book that a Cleric calls Good
May not represent or may be misunderstood

By those whose traditions did not start with Judah.
Fact is, I don't know that much about Buddha
But One thing I know, I'm not much on triangles
Seems to me, there are just too many angles

First Elohim, then a Spirit, then Son;
I work much better when I'm One on one.
Still, there's some merit to this endless debate.
Things run much smoother, when They delegate

What Sins are mortal and when to repent
To think that these stories were told in a tent
by Shepherds and Nomads and Wandering Jews
I'm sure all the chatter would often confuse

The Scribes who were vested with writing this down
Especially the times when they had to leave town
like when they left Egypt, and munched on Matzoth
"C'mon, pack the camels. And please get the goat,

I know she's a nag... but just take my advice
She might come in handy, when we Sacrifice.

The bread isn't leavened - The wine's kind of flat
And I miss the Man with the body of a cat.
Elohim is missing... or perhaps He forgot
We don't need a burning bush – 'cause it's too God Dam hot

Out here in the desert – without an Oasis
Seems to me we could use some new faces
One God is helpful, and then more would better
Come here Nathaniel, and take down this letter

We're out in the dessert...yeah we're on the Lamb
If all this works out, grab the Horn off the Ram
We'll blow it, and party – learn a new dance called The Bow
Oh look... there is Moses – we're in trouble now

Tell Father we're sorry – It's only a cow
It isn't an Idol – We're in for it now

I'm sure all stories, begin as these do
Whether you're Christian or if you're a Jew
If you're a Hindu or another persuasion
I'm sure the names are just changed for occasions.

Poetic license was free – way back when
You had to know someone, to wield a pen
Swords can slay people, but pens resurrect
Sometimes I wonder why we must dissect

Every belief, if it isn't like ours
Can't we step down from those arrogant towers
of self-righteous judgment, and expertise.
There's more then one city and more than one key

I'm not concerned with minutia or nit-picking facts
I think the details will sometimes distract
From the bigger picture – the message still true
Live and let live – and love all while you do.