My religion does not live within constructed walls.
It soars, wild and joyous, when the Creator
touches my heart as my hand touches Creation.
All that is Holy rises, immanent, through the fields,
deep within the velvet eye of my equine beloved,
from the full hearted pleasure of my canine friends.
When I see the elegant, surging flight of the herd, I am
overwhelmed with gratitude for the Creator's blessings.
When my hand is touched, with sentience, by another being,
I feel the touch of spirit, of life, of the Creator.