If

If.

If there was not perfection in this world
If you were not my brother, my sister, my cousin
If the stars could not feel our hearts break and
dance with joy knowing
If every death was less than Life Anew

If we were divided by this Gulf
If we were divided by this skin
If color was other than the Light
shining from each Radiant Face
If each Face was not God's

If Love and Hope were mere four letter words
If you and I were less than Daughters and Sons of the Most High
If the music did not touch us
coming from the Spheres of Space
If the perfection of which I speak was not Grace

Would you not Know It
Could you not feel it with every Beat
With every Breath
With every Quake and Flood
With every Rainbow We Create?