Lekhny Story -08-Apr-2024

In temples high and mosques adorned, In churches hushed, where prayers are born, Religion breathes in sacred air, A tapestry of faith, woven with care.

It's the whisper of a hymn in the breeze, The rustle of leaves, the hum of the seas, A silent prayer in a moment's hush, A flame that burns, in hearts, a lush.

It's the quest for meaning, the search for truth, In the depths of despair, in the bloom of youth, A guiding light in the darkest night, A beacon of hope, shining bright.

It's compassion's embrace, forgiveness's grace, A bridge between souls, in every place, Uniting hearts in a common song, Celebrating differences, where we all belong.

Religion is love, in its purest form, A shelter from the storm, a haven warm, It's the essence of humanity, the spirit's call, Echoing through time, embracing all.

So let us cherish, with open hearts, The myriad ways in which faith imparts, For in the tapestry of life, we're intertwined, By the threads of religion, beautifully designed.