My brother kneels, so saith Kabir, <br />To stone and brass in heathen wise, <br />But in my brother's voice I hear <br />My own unanswered agonies. <br />His God is as his fates assign, <br />His prayer is all the world's--and mine.<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-prayer-2/
