You ask me the reason why With no religion I identify. To you I answer in reply: “God has no religion, so nor do I.”

Oh the maddening creedal strife With which this world is rife, Each group claims they're right, The only ones with true insight.   All I can say is that I do know That beyond all doubt it is so That You, God, are indeed there. To know more why need I care?

Words upon words, what a big heap! These books now far away I’ll keep. When with You I can directly converse, There’s little that I could do worse Than instead of You, to choose a book, And therein for You to seek to look!

Through lines of rhyming verse With You I now love to converse, Sharing with You what's on my mind, In doing this oh great joy I find!   A few such lines can say very well What a ponderous book might tell. This thing I now just love to do: Engage in poetic prattle with You!