The Samaritans of Mount Gerizim stand,
ancient guardians of their land.
Once keepers of the Torah’s way,
yet winds of faith can shift, can sway.
Some voices echo Islam’s song,
in mountain prayers, they belong.
Others cling to the sacred past,
to rites and scrolls that ever last.
Between the stones, the truth is spun:
many faiths, but mountain one.
Gerizim holds them, old and new—
Samaritans, steadfast, yet passing through.