TTSA interfaith poem , dubbed the "trinity Poem"

Look to the North,
Look Skyward,
and you will see,
The red roofs ,
of St. Benedict's
Monastery.

And from the evergreen northern mountains,
From the crucifix adorned tower of Benedict’s abbey.
one can look down upon the land of the Trinity,
The sweet caroni plains to the south,
The Calm Gulf of Paria to the west,
and when the sun dies over the western horizon,
you can see the blue water,
and the blue sky,
turn blood red.

Perhaps Christ saw red,
as he looked up to the heavens,
The sun dying over the western horizon,
Dying the sky red.
Christ bade rock headed Peter ,
To look skyward too,
For through the red,
Christ saw Blue Infinity.

And he taught Peter ,
How to speak to Infinity,
When he said
" Our Father,
Who art in Heaven,
Hallowed be thy name"

And when Christ ascended ,
into the fleecy clouds,
Perhaps Jesus then,
became one ,
with the eternal sky,
one with his Father.

And when Peter ,
looked skyward,
Perhaps he saw infinity's face,
as Christ bade them farewell.

Infinity and St. Benedict ,
are good friends,
as you might have heard,
Poisoned cups shatter ,
when offered to Benedict,
Poisoned bread is plucked,
from Benedict's hands ,
By a Raven,
who then takes the foul deed,
Skyward.




In the year 1947,
the gods put the fire ,
of devotion into a man,
name Siewdass Sadhu .

Sadhu saw god's home by the sea,
and with fire in his hands ,
He moved the earth,
Stone by Stone,
Brick by brick,
he built God's temple on the seashore,
On the Plantation Master's land.

Massa Tate saw God's work being done,
and wanted no part of it,
Massa destroyed God's home on earth,
and cast Sadhu's work into the sea,
and sent Sadhu himself to a jail cell,
a hole in the ground.

But captivity did not snuff out,
Siewdass Sadhu's flames,
when he got out of that hole,
he went back to the sea,
and prayed to the gods,
and saw their true design.

Their true home was in the sea.

So Sadhu's hand's touched the soil once more,
and he moved the earth ,
Stone by stone,
Brick by Brick,
Bucket by Bucket of earth,
as his life passed him by.



Blue Shiva,
Came down from mount Kailasa ,
just to see one man,
move the earth.

Mother Ganga, left
Shiva's hair ,
Left the comfort ,
of her River Bed,
In India,
Crossed the Indian Ocean,
Turned the Cape Horn of Africa,
and endured the middle passage,
Just so that her waters,
could gently kiss,
the stones that Sadhu moved,
And bear witness ,
To Sadhu's devotion

Till at last , after 25 years.
Sadhu bridged the divide between Land and sea,
Man and God,
and his temple was complete.

Today you can walk from Trinidad,
into the gulf of Paria,
To visit God’s home in the sea,
Blue water lapping against the rocks all around you,
waves crashing on your left , and on your right,
but as long as your path is straight,
You will meet the gods at the end of that seaborne journey.

To the east we now turn,
back to the days before Columbus was born
Before King Henry Split the Christian church in two,
Before the Pope split the earth down the Tordesillas line,
Amidst the Arabian sands,
A city called Mecca rose,
And within these great walls,
Rose a man named Muhammed .

Muhammed wandered the earth,
looking for meaning in life,
searching for truth,
He came upon a cave,
And when he did enter,
The angel of the lord came to him,
He was blinded by Infinity’s glory,
And the angel Gabriel did bid him ,
To write down God’s words.

Muhammed went down to Mecca,
and for decades he fought ,
till at least he defeated the Quayish ,
who sought to destroy him ,
and burn god’s words to ash.

Then Mecca did become ,
God’s holy city ,
And the black stone in the heart of the city,
Was venerated by Muslims,
As a sign of God on earth,
They say the stone was once pure white ,
In the days of Adam and Eve before man fell,
but it was lost and blackened,
by the indiscretions of man.

It took more than a millennium for muhammed’s word,
To cross the Arabian sands,
Climb the Kashmir pass,
Into India,
and from India,
Muhammed’s word was carried by ships,
around the Horn of Africa,
across the middle passage,
Till it reached the Caribbean sea.

From Benedict’s mount, one can see,
dozens of green minarets,
Decorated with the crescent moon and star,
facing eastward , so that,
every follower of the prophet muhammed,
Can find his way to mecca,
As he prostrates himself before God,
And prays to one day make the journey,
Across Arabian sands,
To the black rock that god left behind,
For man to find.


Trinidad and Tobago is triply blessed,
as Columbus did name Trinidad after the holy trinity when he saw,
3 green hills of equal height ,
He was reminded of the three persons of God ,
God the father , the creator, who art in heaven.
God the son, the word made flesh who came down to earth,
And God the holy spirit , who is found both in fire,
and in the cleansing waters of Baptism.

Trinbago is triply blessed to be a land,
where every creed can find an equal place,
Benedict’s monks found their place on the mountain,
Close to their father who art in heaven,
Sadhu found his place in the blue sea,
The waters of which perhaps once ran through the Ganges,
into India’s Ocean.
And the followers of islam , who seek to find Mecca in their hearts,
Submit to god as best they can,
They find their place prostrate upon the earth,
Lowering the crown of their head,
to the ground that god made.

Trinbago is triply blessed to be a land,
where every creed and race,
can find an equal place.