Hearing the call in ninety-eight
We traveled to Akka, by land, by sea,
Content no longer to speculate
Determined to know, from the source, reality
O, our questions multiplied: about unity
could there be peace for humanity
Wither the path of spirituality
If God were One, then the Trinity?
They received us with such hospitality
White washed walls, a garden bench of blue.
Amid the filth of that prison city
Each smile, each gesture, shown true
We came with so many questions of faith, of reality
They served us tea.