My Church, and My Creed You ask me "what is my religion"? Now what if I say I have None? You'll be wrongly impressed, And unduly distressed So wait - I have only begun. My creed in the sense that you mean it, Has no single symbol, or sign. Big, impressive, or small, There is good in them all, So perhaps Your religion is mine. My doctrine is any that stands for The honor and virtue of men. For whatever we preach, We're all striving to reach A mutual goal in the end. My church is the one that is nearest Wherever I happen to be. The place where men go Their devotion to show, Is good - and sufficient for me. What matters the Name on the mileposts That stand by the path you have trod? If the pathway leads UP Then at last you shall sup With the infinite army of God.
Source: grateful memory of the author, Dale Wimbrow.
Contributed by: Zaady