Poem by Thomas Aquinas.

How is it they live for eons
in such harmony - the billions of stars -
when most men can barely go a minute
without declaring war in their mind
against someone they know.
There are wars where no one marches with a flag,
though that does not keep casualties from mounting.
Our hearts irrigate the earth.
We are fields before each other.
How can we live in harmony?
First we need to know
we are all madly in love
with the same God.