The Other Day*

The other day I thought I saw Jesus
He was a young boy
Helping his father, a carpenter

The other day I thought I saw Moses
He was a shepherd
Leading his herd of buffalo through a stream

The other day I thought saw I Mohammad
He was an old tailor
Trying to thread a needle with his failing eyes

The other day I thought I saw the Buddha
He was a blind beggar
Blessing his donors with a raised hand

The other day I thought I saw Zarathustra
He was a pale, frail pensioner
Helping another across a busy street

Go ahead, build your churches,
Your temples, your mosques, your dogmas
I have built my faith
On the faith of these humble prophets

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