One day, I happened by 10’000 Villages,
a non-profit store of magical crafts,
and arts of love, dedication and humble skill,
created by impoverished peoples from throughout the world
to profit those people
At the time, I’d been running
from my one Love,
from my Hindu spiritual practice
of 18 years;
I’d been running from my Self
I would think of Jesus
and of Adonai –
You really can’t go wrong there;
Judeo-Christianity was my homeless shelter
But it never really was the same
At the store that day,
I found,
or was found by
a bookmark
Blue and white stitched
on a woven white background;
the colors of Israel,
of the Jews –
in the form of
a cross, symbol of Jesus’ final sacrifice
Both of my religions, I thought,
represented in one prayer talisman
I picked it up,
examined it
On the back, was the price tag
and the words,
Made in India
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Like the name of the store. Good selection of images and ideas to weave all of this together into the final line. Englightening ending of 'Made in _____? of which we are so conscious and critical these days.